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09-15-2004, 02:17 PM
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#42
09-15-2004, 02:26 PM
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vắng mặt chút xíu ......chuyên gì xảY ra rùi dza ????........có ai mất dzép hong????? :blink: :blink:
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09-15-2004, 02:31 PM
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09-15-2004, 11:01 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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09-16-2004, 06:00 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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09-16-2004, 11:52 PM
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ehehehehehhe :lol: <_< :lol: .......chít trúg trái tim đen của LT rùi .....( mà chắc LM củng là đồng minh luon6 TMN oiii*)
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em yeu 2 thu*' trong do*`i em hoa ho^`ng va` Anh hoa ho^`ng cho mo^t nga`y co`n anh la` ma~i ma~i
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#47
09-17-2004, 10:32 AM
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baby_poor oi moi nguòi an híp HTE kia````````````````
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09-17-2004, 03:02 PM
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09-19-2004, 12:13 AM
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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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09-19-2004, 09:53 AM
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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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