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#21
10-04-2004, 10:16 PM
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vay thi đừng nói gì nửa thì đâu có ai nghĩ gì kekekekeke
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Bướm nào mà chẳng yêu Hoa... Người nào mà chẳng thiết tha yêu đời! Bướm yêu Hoa đâu phải vì Hoa đẹp... Người yêu người đâu phải đẹp mới yêu? ******** Hãy Yêu Nhau Xin Đừng Xa Cách Hãy Yêu Nhau, Ôm Chặt Mối Tình Dẩu Cách Ngăn Luôn Đặt Niềm Tin Mới Mối Tình Nào Cũng Đến Lúc Chung Đôi 
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#23
10-06-2004, 01:46 PM
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 Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ...
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#24
10-06-2004, 01:50 PM
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Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ...
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#25
10-06-2004, 01:53 PM
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Ai thì DK hỏng biết chứ TMN mà năn nỉ DK mà cho DK hun 1 cái (lại nham nhở) thì có nhéo DK cũng còn chịu nửa nói chi là chửi ... hehehehhe
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#26
10-06-2004, 02:01 PM
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Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ...
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#28
10-06-2004, 02:24 PM
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<------- đanh long nham mat bich mui lai "muahz" DK 1 cai, chu neu khong chac DK khoc ngap cai vina nay qua :P :P :P
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Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ...
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#29
10-06-2004, 02:33 PM
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Xin lêm người xa lạ Bên phố đông người qua Để chẳng thương chẳng nhớ Để lòng khỏi xót xa.
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#30
10-06-2004, 02:36 PM
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Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ...
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