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On the soft green MOORS of ENGLAND O'er the kings round table Jealousy rears its head Honor has no place this night The kings heart is filled with dread
Sunset glow fades in the west, Night o'er the valley is creeping! Birds cuddle down in their nest, Soon all the world will be sleeping
can't count 'em Moonlight shows me where to go Up o'er top the sunny mountain Through the valleys down below Darling, can't you hear that whistle
of home before me, Or an angel watching o'er me This will be my shining hour, Till I'm with you again.
down Where the souls of Manhattan resound When the sun does rise up o'er the silver horizon Would you let out a soft spoken prayer? 'Cause she's
Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder Like
Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder Like
Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder Like
a tear But late at night when the warm wind blows She cries over my grave and she moans o'er my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Angels we have heard on high
on the mountain That Jesus Christ was born While shepherd kept their watching O'er the silent flocks by night He poured throughout the heavens They shined that
O'er the ramparts we watched Were so gallantly streaming And the rockets' red glare The bombs bursting in air Shot him in the chest and now he
Summer's a pleasant time Flowers of every colour The water runs o'er the heugh And I long for my true lover! Aye walking oh, Walking still and weary
o'er them In the maze, I'm in a rut We both care, we let it go by In an ancient movie, we all talk too loud, all's resolved in two hours I know I ramble,
and goblins, A brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs, Frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin. [CHORUS:] One two three four five, hunt
So-so-so-so La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa So! So! Fa-la Fa-la-la-la-la So-so-fa-la-la-fa-mi-la Oh hie thee forth o'er golden
Gangster! Maddafakka jeg er gangster! Jeg er O.G. - Original gangster. Eller er det bare en løgn jeg har fortalt fansen? Hvis jeg har gjort buisness - hvor
Mair. Diosgodd Crist o'i goron, o'i wirfodd, o'i wirfodd, Er mwyn coroni Seion, o'i wirfodd; I blygu'i ben dihalog O dan y goron ddreiniog I ddioddef
Hollywood Om bach de kulisse det må man skut O ham von Trier han er en mærkle gut Men han tør så danske kom no u Åh ja man kan jo hva man kan Åh ja det kømme
such music Kind of streetwise jubilation at the coming of that blessed boy Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o´er the plains
smuts sluta larva er De' på tiden att ni lägger ner ingen vill höra er Era trams när ni löjlar er o' jag drömmer om o' mörda er För min lillebror går runt
soooo Da er soooo Da er soooooo o o o o Siempre da er so Dropasoooo o o! Kuando Y kuando me da er so Siento k me estoy kemando Desde luego k ase
such music Kind of streetwise jubilation at the coming of that blessed boy Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o´er the plains
thott gatan sé ekki breid O! Tharna er hann! Já flott skalthad vera Ford-Model nitjan hundrad og ég veit ekki hvad Uppi hann stig ég á ástarvangjum
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