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| 1. |
| 2:54 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:45 |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 | 
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Hava Nageela Hava Nageela
Hava Nageela vay mismacha Hava Nageela Hava Nageela Hava Nageela vay mismacha Hava na ranina Hava na ranina Hava na ranina vay mismacha Hava na ranina Hava na ranina Hava na ranina vay mismacha Oo roo ooroo achim Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim Oo roo achim Belev say maya (repeat all above twice) |
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| 4. |
| 5:49 |
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(^*^)
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bye But come ye back when summer's in the meadow And when the valley's hushed and white with snow It`s I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so ♡ (Interlude) ♡ But if he come as all the flowers are dying And you are dead, as dead you well may be I'll come here and find the place where you are lying And kneel and say an ava there for me But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow It`s I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so (^*^) Maxmp3 (^*^) |
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| 5. |
| 3:55 |
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| 6. |
| 4:24 |
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| 7. |
| 3:45 |
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Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you
Look away, you rollin' river Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you Look away. We're bound away Across the wide Missouri Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter Look away, you rollin' river It was for her I'd cross the water. Look away, we're bound away Across the wide Missouri Well, .... my dear, I'm bound to leave you Look away you rollin' river Shenandoah, I will not deceive you Look away, we're bound away Across the wide Missouri |
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| 8. |
| 4:20 |
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Long time ago in Bethlehem
So the Holy Bible say Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ Was born on Christmas day. Hark, now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas day. While shepherds watched their flock by night And see a bright new shining star And hear a choir sing The music seem to come from afar. Now Joseph and his wife Mary Come to Bethlehem that night And find no place to borne she child Not a single room was in sight. Hark, now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas day. By and by they find a little nook In a stable all forlorn And in a manger cold and dark Mary's little boy was born. Hark, now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas day. |
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| 9. |
| 5:29 |
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Dicen que por las noches
nomas se le iba puro liorar dicen que no com ia Nomas se le iba en puro tomar Juran que el mismo cielo se extremecia al o'ir su llanto como sufrio por ella pue hasta en su muerta la fue llamando Ayayayay "Cantaba" Ayayayay Comia Ayayayay Cantaba de pasion mortar moria Que una paloma triste muy de manana leva a cantar a la casita sola con sus puertias de par en par juran que esa paloma no es otracosa maspue su alma wue todavia la espera a pue regresa la desdichada Cu cu ru cu cu paloma Cu cu ru cu cu no llores las piedras jamas paloma pue van a saber de amores Cu cu ru cu cu Cu cu ru cu cu Cu cu ru cu cu Paloma, yanola llores |
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| 10. |
| 2:59 |
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| 11. |
| 3:39 |
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Oh, when the saints, go marching in,
Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number When the saints go marching in. Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in. Oh yes, I had a dear old mother, And if you should see her before I do, Won't you tell her that you saw me coming, I was struttin' straight on through Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in. |
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| 12. |
| 2:52 |
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| 13. |
| 2:50 |
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| 14. |
| 2:50 |
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| 15. |
| 2:59 |
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Long time ago in Bethlehem
So the Holy Bible say Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ Was born on Christmas day. Hark, now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas day. While shepherds watched their flock by night And see a bright new shining star And hear a choir sing The music seem to come from afar. Now Joseph and his wife Mary Come to Bethlehem that night And find no place to borne she child Not a single room was in sight. Hark, now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas day. By and by they find a little nook In a stable all forlorn And in a manger cold and dark Mary's little boy was born. Hark, now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas day. |
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| 16. |
| 2:51 |
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| 17. |
| 4:59 |
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Dicen que por las noches
nomas se le iba puro liorar dicen que no com ia Nomas se le iba en puro tomar Juran que el mismo cielo se extremecia al o'ir su llanto como sufrio por ella pue hasta en su muerta la fue llamando Ayayayay "Cantaba" Ayayayay Comia Ayayayay Cantaba de pasion mortar moria Que una paloma triste muy de manana leva a cantar a la casita sola con sus puertias de par en par juran que esa paloma no es otracosa maspue su alma wue todavia la espera a pue regresa la desdichada Cu cu ru cu cu paloma Cu cu ru cu cu no llores las piedras jamas paloma pue van a saber de amores Cu cu ru cu cu Cu cu ru cu cu Cu cu ru cu cu Paloma, yanola llores |
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| 18. |
| 2:56 |
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| 19. |
| 2:48 |
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Down the way
Where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Sounds of laughter everywhere And the dancing girls swing to and fro I must declare my heart is there Though I've been from Maine to Mexico (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Down at the market you can hear Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear Ackee*, rice, saltfish are nice And the rum is fine any time o' year (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Down the way Where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop (chorus) But I'm sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Sad to say I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down My head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town. *ackee: national fruit of Jamaica; ackee and saltfish is the national dish |
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| 3:08 |
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Hava Nageela Hava Nageela
Hava Nageela vay mismacha Hava Nageela Hava Nageela Hava Nageela vay mismacha Hava na ranina Hava na ranina Hava na ranina vay mismacha Hava na ranina Hava na ranina Hava na ranina vay mismacha Oo roo ooroo achim Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim belev say maya Oo roo achim Oo roo achim Belev say maya (repeat all above twice) |
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| 2:56 |
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Oh, when the saints, go marching in,
Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number When the saints go marching in. Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in. Oh yes, I had a dear old mother, And if you should see her before I do, Won't you tell her that you saw me coming, I was struttin' straight on through Oh, when the saints, go marching in, Yes when the saints go marching in. Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in. |
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