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| 2. |
| 2:20 |
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| 3. |
| 3:30 |
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| 4. |
| 4:01 |
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| 5. |
| 1:36 | 
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I'm gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm gonna daub myself with glue Stick some stamps on the top of my head I'm gonna mail myself to you I'm gonna tie me in a little red string I'm gonna tie blue ribbons too Climb up into my mailbox I'm gonna mail myself to you When you find me in your mailbox Cut the string and let me out Wash the glue off of my fingers Stick some bubble gum in my mouth Take me out of my wrapping paper Wash the stamps off of my head Pour me full of some ice cream soda Tuck me into a nice warm bed |
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| 6. |
| 5:20 |
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| 7. |
| 1:21 |
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| 8. |
| 2:04 |
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What did you learn in school today,
Dear little boy of mine? What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? I learned that Washington never told a lie. I learned that soldiers seldom die. I learned that everybody's free, And that's what the teacher said to me. Chorus That's what I learned in school today, That's what I learned in school. What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? I learned that policemen are my friends. I learned that justice never ends. I learned that murderers die for their crimes Even if we make a mistake sometimes. Chorus What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? I learned our Government must be strong; It's always right and never wrong; Our leaders are the finest men And we elect them again and again. Chorus What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? What did you learn in school today, Dear little boy of mine? I learned that war is not so bad; I learned about the great ones we have had; We fought in Germany and in France And someday I might get my chance. Chorus |
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| 9. |
| 3:01 |
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Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And they all play on the golf course And drink their martinis dry, And they all have pretty children And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, Where they are put in boxes And they come out all the same. And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. |
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| 10. |
| 3:31 |
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| 11. |
| 2:51 |
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Who killed Norma Jean?
I, said the City, as a civic duty, I killed Norma Jean. Who saw her die? I, said the Night, and a bedroom light, We saw her die. Who'll catch her blood? I, said the Fan, with my little pan, I'll catch her blood. Who'll make her shroud? I, said the Lover, my guilt to cover, I'll make her shroud. Who'll dig her grave? The tourist will come and join in the fun, He'll dig her grave. Who'll be chief mourners? We who represent, and lose our ten percent. We'll be the chief mourners. Who'll bear the pall? We, said the Press, in pain and distress, We'll bear the pall. Who'll toll the bell? I, screamed the mother, locked in her tower, I'll pull the bell. Who'll soon forget? I, said the Page, beginning to fade, I'll be the first to forget |
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| 12. |
| 3:11 |
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| 13. |
| 3:10 |
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| 14. |
| 6:07 |
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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? And what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son? And who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? And, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, And the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. |
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| 1:22 |
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| 3:26 |
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Paul and Silas bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Paul and Silas thought they was lost Dungeon shook and the chains come off Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Freedom's name is mighty sweet And soon we're gonna meet Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I got my hand on the gospel plow Won't take nothing for my journey now Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Soozie! Only chain that a man can stand Is that chain o' hand on hand Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I'm gonna board that big greyhound Carry the love from town to town Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hey! Hey! Now only thing I did was wrong Stayin' in the wilderness too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on One, two! (The only thing we did was wrong) (Staying in the wilderness too long) (Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on) Woah, woah! (The only thing we did was right) (Was the day we started to fight) (Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on) Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Ain't been to heaven but I been told Streets up there are paved with gold |
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| 17. |
| 2:41 |
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| 18. |
| 1:55 |
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| 19. |
| 5:24 |
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| 1. |
| 0:59 |
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| 2. |
| 2:05 |
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| 3. |
| 2:51 |
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I'm walking on cloud nine today
I'm over that line today Happiness is finally mine today I guess I'm just a lucky guy And I'm prepared to tell you why It's strictly on account of my Sweet Potato Pie I'm the fellow that she loves the most The main reason why she left the coast She's my little girlzina That much hotter that a jalapeno Tender like a night in June Sweeter than a honeymoon Brighter than a silver spoon Just as crazy as a loon Softer than a lullabye Deeper than the midnight sky Soulful as a baby's cry My Sweet Potato Pie I used to see her around the neighborhood I wonder how she grew up so good She belonged to Freddy and he was bad And I never was ready to make him mad I'm glad I had to wait awhile A little bit too juvenile I needed to refine my style A silk suit and a crocodile smile So let the whole damn world go by Cause I just want to testify From now on it's me and my Sweet Potato Pie |
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| 4. |
| 2:32 |
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Deep Blue Sea, Baby, Deep Blue Sea (3x)
It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea Dig his grave with a silver spade (3x) It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea Lower him down with a golden chain (3x) It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea Wrap him up with a silken shroud (3x) It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea Golden sun bring it back to me (3x) It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea Deep Blue Sea, Baby, Deep Blue Sea (3x) It was Willy what got drowned in the Deep Blue Sea It was Willy what got drowned in the ...Deep ...Blue ...Sea |
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| 5. |
| 1:00 |
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| 6. |
| 2:18 |
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| 7. |
| 2:27 |
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| 8. |
| 3:01 |
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Oh, what a beautiful city
Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah And it's oh, what a beautiful Oh Oh Lord, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah There's three gates in the East There's three gates in the West There's three gates in the North There's three gates in the South That makes twelve gates to the city, hallelujah And it's oh, what a beautiful Oh Oh Lord, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah Oh Lord, what a beautiful city Oh Oh Lord, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah If you see my dear old mother Won't you do this favor for me Won't you please tell my mother To meet me in Galilee Well, it's twelve gates to the city, hallelujah Oh Lord, what a beautiful Yeah Oh Lord, what a beautiful Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah God Almighty! What you talkin' 'bout? Oh, Lordy Whoo! Oh Lord, what a beautiful Whoa! Oh Lord, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah Oh Lord, what a beauty Whoa! Oh Lord, what a beauty Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah |
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| 9. |
| 2:47 |
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| 10. |
| 2:13 |
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| 11. |
| 1:25 |
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| 12. |
| 2:44 |
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| 13. |
| 3:47 |
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| 14. |
| 3:55 |
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| 15. |
| 2:44 |
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| 16. |
| 3:30 |
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This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. I roamed and rambled, and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was singing This land was made for you and me! This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me those golden valleys This land was made for you and me! This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. As the sun was shining, and I was strolling, And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting, a voice was saying "This land was made for you and me!" This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters, This land was made for you and me. |
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| 2:38 |
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From way up here the earth looks very small,
It's just a little ball of rock and sea and sand, No bigger than my hand. From way up here the earth looks very small, They shouldn't fight at all Down there upon that little sphere. Their time is short, a life is just a day, You think they'd find a way. You think they'd get along And fill their sunlit days with song. From way up here the earth is very small, It's just a little ball, so small, so beautiful and dear. Their time is short, a life is just a day, Must be a better way To use the time that runs among the distant suns. From way up here the earth is very small, It's just a little ball, so small, so beautiful and dear |
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| 8:13 |
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We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We are not afraid, We are not afraid, We are not afraid, TODAY Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. The whole wide world around The whole wide world around The whole wide world around some day Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. |
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| 19. |
| 1:42 |
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| 20. |
| 3:48 |
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| 21. |
| 7:06 |
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The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul My poems are soft green, My poems are also flaming crimson My poems are like a wounded fawn Seeking refuge in the forest The last verse says "con los pobres de la tierra" With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate The streams of the mountain Pleases me more than the sea |
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