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Power of My Love

Power of My Love   Break it, burn it, drag it all around عشق مرا بشکنش ، بسوزانش ،آن را همه جا بکش Twist it, turn it, you can't tear it down بپيچانش ،بگردانش ، ميتواني آن را پاره پاره کني 'Cos ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour you'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power of my love, you will, mm mm چرا که هر دقيقه ، هر ساعت تو در برابر دوام و استحکام قدرت عشق من تسليم خواهي بود Crush it, kick it, you can n ...

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Portrait Of My Love

Portrait Of My Love There could never be a portrait of my love For nobody could paint a dream You will never see a portrait of my love For miracles are never seen. Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa It would take I know, a Michaelangelo And he would need the glow of dawn that paints the sky above To try and paint a portrait of my love It would take I know, a Michaelangelo And he would need the ...

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Poor Mans Gold

Poor Mans Gold It's the feeling that i get looking down at my brand new baby. Holding on to daddy's thumb just as tightly as he can hold and it's hearin' people say he looks like his daddy. These things are a poor man's gold. It's the twinkle in the eyes of the gray haired old man we call grandpa. Tellin' tales to the kids that get taller every time they're told. And it's knowin' that for a while he's no lo ...

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Poor Boy

Poor Boy They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy اونا به من میگن پسر فقیر، پسر بیچاره، پسر بی چیز But I ain’t lonesome and I ain’t blue ولی من دلتنگ و غمگین نیستم ‘Cause I could never be a poor boy چون من هرگز نمیتونم پسر بیچاره ای باشم، As long as I’ve got a dolly like you تا زمانیکه محبوبی مثل تو رو دارم Ain’t got a crust, ain’t got a cent نه یه تیکه نون دارم، نه یه سنت پول Can’t buy a jug, can’t pay th ...

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Polk Salad Annie

Polk Salad Annie Some of you all never been down South too much... I'm gonna tell you a little story, so you'll understand where I'm talking about Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields, and it looks something like a turnip green. Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad. Used to know a girl that lived down there and she'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of i ...

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