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Local time: 00:05
Üye (2006)
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pkchan
Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
Local time: 00:05
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| Home Sweet Home | Nov 2, 2008 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPc4vcNg3gY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOAlwVGA6iA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7M_PVg494YQ
Home Sweet Home
Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home.
Home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
An exile from home, spendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily, that come at my call;
Give me them, with that peace of mind, dearer than all.
CHORUS
To thee, I'll return, overburdened with care,
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from that cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Words by John Howard Payne, music by Henry Rowley Bishop.
The home that Payne wrote of was a little cottage in East
Hampton, Long Island. The song was first heard in London in his
play "Clari" in 1823. The air had appeared in an early
collection of Bishop's as a Sicilian tune. The theme of the song
and the beauty of the melody have given it world-wide fame.
[Edited at 2008-11-02 03:00]
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
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| A Stephen Foster Song | Nov 2, 2008 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yJaz74q05M
My Old Kentucky Home (Paul Robeson)
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright... See more http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yJaz74q05M
My Old Kentucky Home (Paul Robeson)
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night
Weep no more, my Lady
Oh, weep no more today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the darky may go
A few more days, and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar-canes grow
A few more days for to drop the weary load
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night
Weep no more, my Lady
Oh, weep no more today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
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Üye (2006)
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| Yes, A few more days, and the trouble all will end | Nov 2, 2008 |
Oh, What a Beautiful Morning
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kp5HCDGJsvM&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyaAZKwYXxg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reoAKGc8gWo
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the sky.
Chorus:
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.
Repeat chorus
All the cattle are standing like statues,
All the cattel are standing like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown mav'rick is winking her eye.
Repeat chorus
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me.
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
Local time: 00:05
Üye (2006)
İngilizce > Çince
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWUCoJJS2DU&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr-5zaSjfmA
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises... See more http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWUCoJJS2DU&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr-5zaSjfmA
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie ...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
Local time: 23:05
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
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Amerika Birleşik Devletleri
Local time: 00:05
Üye (2006)
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| Bruce Springsteen - The Promised Land | Nov 2, 2008 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrKh1zxv_rQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8AwYsQfVxg&feature=related
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the ... See more http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrKh1zxv_rQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8AwYsQfVxg&feature=related
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I'm just killing time
Working all day in my daddy's garage
Driving all night chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge
CHORUS
The dogs on Main Street howl
'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
CHORUS
There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
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