Ïðîùàëüíûå Ñíû

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Ïðîùàé Ìîå Ñåðäöå (ãîíöû Çà Âèíîì)

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One

If you want to hear a love song, I could sing one. If you wanna feel the fire, we could build one. If you need to catch a rainbow, we could chase one.

Ninety Seven More To Go

Ninety-nine years is a long long time to bust your back and the heart of mine. You sweat so much you can't cry tears when you stop to think about ninety-nine years.

Ïðîõîäÿùèå Ìèìî

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My First Taste Of Texas

My first taste of Texas had blue eyes and golden hair. Beneath the Tennessee silver moon, we found a feeling we could share. And age made no difference, I'd been around and she was young.

Ïðîñíèñü, Íàñ Îáîêðàëè

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My Baby Don't Need No Polish To Shine

Words & Music by Ed Bruce. . The lashes that she bats. Above those big blue eyes are real. The nails she scratches my back with are hers. She's soft and warm all over.

Ïðèò÷à Î Öâåòíûõ Ãóáàõ

Memphis Morning

This very night the train was right on time. Baby stepped aboard and left the both of us behind now. You've got to make your day and I've got to make my way.

Ìóðçèëêèíû Ñíû

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Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks. Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.. .

Ìóñîðíûé Âåòåð

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Love's Found You And Me

Just as sure as there's gold in California. A jukebox in Tesas guitars down in Tennessee. Just as sure as a peach grows in Georgia. We gonna make it love's found you and me.

Îñòðîâ Ñèðåí

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Ïîðà Ñìûâàòüñÿ

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Love Ain't Something I Can Do Alone

Tonight I prayed I'll lay me down to sleep. And know I pray the lord my mind where keep. Or at least just let me die, before I wake. Cause my life is the only thing you didn't take.

Ìîÿ Ñîñåäêà

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Lonesome Is Me

Did you ever say I'm lonesome and stop to wonder really what lonesome is. Lonesome is a little boy standing in a crowd a telephone ringing in an empty house.

Ìîÿ Äåðåâíÿ

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