单词:roselyn
[网络] 罗丝雷恩;罗莎林市;罗斯琳
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Oh, why you look so sad The tears are in your eyes Come on and come to me now Don't be ashamed to cry Let me see you through Cause I've seen the dark side too When the nights falls on you You don't know what to do Nothing you confess Could make me lo
Ah-la-la-la-la I met this girl late last year She said dont you worry if I disappear I told her Im not really looking for another mistake I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait But then I jump right in A week later return I recko
Rose, Rose, I love you Rose, Rose, I love you with an aching heart. What is your future now we have to part? Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away. Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay. Make way,
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By Cynthia Kirk Broadcast: March 20, 2005 ((THEME)) VOICE ONE: Im Shirley Griffith. VOICE TWO: And Im Sarah Long with the VOA Special English program, PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Today we tell about the life of award-winning poet Gwendolyn Brooks. She was the
Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart What is your future?, now we have to part Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay Make way, oh, make way for my Easte
You shouted out, But I can't hear a word you say I'm talking loud not saying much I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet You shoot me down, but I get up I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away
All I knew this morning when I woke Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before And all I've seen since 18 hours ago Is green eyes and freckles And your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like I just want to know you better,
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PEOPLE IN AMERICA -July 7, 2002: Gwendolyn Brooks By Cynthia Kirk VOICE ONE: I’m Shirley Griffith. VOICE TWO: And I’m Sarah Long with the VOA Special English program, PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Today we t
The Last Rose of Summer 夏日最后的玫瑰 Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, to reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not l
Like A Rose Artist:A1 And as I hold your body near I`ll see this month through to a year And then forever on Til life is gone I`ll keep your loving near And now I`ve finally found my way To lead me down this lonely road All I have to do Is follow y
~老师^_^ ? Like a rose~? And as i look into your eyes I see an angel in disguise Sent from god above for me to love To hold and idolise And as i hold your boby near I see this month through to a year And then forever on Till life is gone I'll keep
Rose, Rose I Love You Frankie Laine Rose, Rose, I love you with an aching heart What is your future now we have to part? Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay Make way, oh, make way, for my Eastern Rose Men c
John was waiting for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. Thirteen months ago, in a Florida library he took a book off the shelf and found himself intrigued with the notes in the margin. The soft handwriting
A Red, Red Rose O My luves* like a red, red rose, Thats newly sprung in June; O my luves like the melodie, Thats sweetly playd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a the
DARKNESS was a word Lyn Lusi was used to. Western journalists instinctively reached for it when they came to her hospital in Goma in the Democratic Republic of Congo, in Joseph Conrad's heart of darkness. 黑暗,林恩.露丝(Lyn Lusi)早已习惯