Frank Sinatra - All the things you are

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You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song

You are the angel-glow that lights a star
The dearest things that I know are what you are

Some day my happy arms will hold you
And some day I ll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine

(You are the angel-glow that lights a star)
The dearest things that I know are what you are

Some day my happy arms will hold you
And some day I ll know that moment divine
When all the things you are, are mine!

Inne utwory

  • All through the day
  • Boys and girls like you and me
  • Once i loved
  • Always
  • A little learning is a dangerous thing
  • Autumn in New York
  • All of you
  • Who
  • Dream away
  • Nothing in common
  • The birth of the blues
  • The very thought of you
  • September song
  • Farewell, farewell to love
  • For a while
  • American beauty rose

    • Losowe utwory

    Radio heartbeat

    If you make me believe
    that you love so
    show it on heartbeat radio
    No more lonely nights
    cause you re the one

    Attention all the ladies,
    R n G is in the town
    Heartbeat radio is in your city
    you ve got to tune in now!
    Come on...

    Lullaby

    Sometimes I think about
    What life was like before
    Was it full of old remedies
    That kept me reaching for the door

    But I know this love is uncoditional (yeah yeah)
    Deep inside you re my living joy (yeah yeah)

    Gonna sing you a lullaby
    A thousand times or more
    You re a sweet as a butterfly
    Baby all...

    Glamorous

    (feat. Ludacris)

    If you aint got no money take yo broke ass home
    You say: If you aint got no money take yo broke ass home
    G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

    [B-Section:]
    We flying the first class
    Up in the sky
    Poppin champagne
    Livin the life
    In the fast lane
    And I wont change
    For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

    [chorus:]
    The...

    Pagaille

    [Le K.Fear:]
    On est peut-être un peu trop black pour l?époque
    On rappe pour le peuple, on n?est pas assez bêtes pour la pop
    On dit des tas de trucs en vrac pour nos potes, faut que ça porte
    Y a pas que dans les boîtes...

    Little Maggie

    Oh, yonder stands little Maggie
    With a dram glass in her hand
    She s drinkin away her troubles
    She s a-courtin another man

    Last time I saw little Maggie
    She was sittin on the banks of the sea
    With a forty-four all around her
    And a banjo on her knee

    Pretty flowers were made for...