I don't do this often But when I do, I'm all in Just in case you're wondering why I'm here I'm a go-getter (Go, go! Go, go!) I just go get it (Go, go! Go, go!) I get what I want, no sweating (Go, go! Go, go!) On me, I'm betting (Go, go! Go, go!)...
Walking in the cold wind of winter night piāo sàn de cǎi suì de dōu shì mèng 飘 散 的 踩 碎 的 都 是 梦 The scattered, broken are all dreams. gū dān dān zhè yí kè rú hé què dìng nǐ céng ài guò wǒ
with more than 10 million votes. It is often the song of choice for artists performing live tributes to Misora.”According to linguistics bloggerLarry Kenny“it is learned routinely by high school students in Japan.”and“The song embodies the very essence of enka, if not the...
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Walking hand in hand, with a guy so tan Now I ain’t no dope, cause I saw what was amountin’ Two hearts committing crime, in stealing love once mine Memories of your sweet, sweet love, are fallin’ from my eyes like rain
The journey of who I'm becoming and hoping to travel, development can't stop But Canon's becoming a problem, think he can not be solve and he's Twitching and itching my ears and arms and legs are turning up often A lyrical palace, so what do we call 'em?
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and John and I would have a cup of tea and then go back to the bus and write something. It was a special image to me, at 21, to be walking down the aisle of the bus and there on the back seat of the bus is Roy Orbison, in black with his dark glasses, working on his guitar...