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10 ай бұрын

AMANDA LEAR - C'est Magnifique + Interview ('Matinee di Sera' Italy TV 2006)

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@felixramos3078Күн бұрын

This woman is ageless. She still looks and sounds like she did back in the 80s.👏👏👏

@manuelalcantud3027Күн бұрын

Me quito el sombrero ante estás voces, maravillosa mente genial ❤😊👌🙀

@user-zs9uh7eo3kКүн бұрын

이나라가진실한노래를들려주지못하는게한심스럽기짝없다. 저주에서벗어난나라를 꿈꾼다.

@georgetatanase56162 күн бұрын

Nu mai insist plecarea ta rămâne pe vecie❤❤❤❤For you my love Soliman Abosamed

@jondixon33192 күн бұрын

1:30 Tom Jones knew he was standing in the presence of greatness.

@ZakiHajj2 күн бұрын

❤

@CutgoodmusicEntertainment2 күн бұрын

I like how they stayed smiling, makes it look so fun, just great vibes! 😊 Legendary moment!

@CutgoodmusicEntertainment2 күн бұрын

The Whispers didn’t care they knew they were good, and only a matter of time before ppl caught on

@EleaRillon2 күн бұрын

golden memory song still going specially in karaokes

@melanieseidel14452 күн бұрын

Und was labert Jörg da wieder für ne scheisse, ich kack ab

@melanieseidel14452 күн бұрын

Like, wenn du wegen Galerie Arschgeweih hier bist💞

@christinevankeymeulen82893 күн бұрын

I love you Johnny for ever and always my dearest Johnny

@eduardootiyshi72393 күн бұрын

Bravo bravo bravo thank You SP BRAZIL

@xarhs403 күн бұрын

Συγχαρητήρια

@DanielGonzalez-gg2tw4 күн бұрын

Mi Reina siempre va ser súper Top💖

@oliverzimmermann94154 күн бұрын

One of the best songs ever. Great melody and Alvin gives it so much feeling.

@Laura-ck7rs4 күн бұрын

Beautiful ❤I lovewd Buddy Holly 😢

@antoniodossantoseiras51824 күн бұрын

Une personne manifique 😊

@qweasdjfxb20424 күн бұрын

Wow wow wow. That's really FANTASTIC !!!!!!! Do u believe, my heart acually melt n my knees went totally SOFT !!!! I'm honest in saying this. Tom Jones n Pavarotti, both of u'll live FOREVER in my heart !!!!!!!!

@cachorropluto5 күн бұрын

qué fue de Lari Cole?

@bobandrews55645 күн бұрын

This was in Germany so that makes sense lol

@ZeoZeo-lr3bu5 күн бұрын

Date musica.a Metà zio.

@user-np1ri5ei2p5 күн бұрын

FANTASTIC. SUPER STARS.

@guillerminagana54436 күн бұрын

Hermozo

@jeronimo_mendes6 күн бұрын

Eu vou morrer um dia, mas nunca vou me cansar de ouvir essa música! Que show maravilhoso! God bless you, Tom! Rest in peace forever, Pavarotti!

@lilasphotosandvideos437 күн бұрын

Great 👏👏👏

@RIDETHESUNSHINE7 күн бұрын

He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby gray; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by. I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, "That fellow's got to swing." Dear Christ! the very prison walls Suddenly seemed to reel, And the sky above my head became Like a casque of scorching steel; And, though I was a soul in pain, My pain I could not feel. I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye; The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. He does not die a death of shame On a day of dark disgrace, Nor have a noose about his neck, Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty space. He does not sit with silent men Who watch him night and day; Who watch him when he tries to weep, And when he tries to pray; Who watch him lest himself should rob The prison of its prey. He does not wake at dawn to see Dread figures throng his room, The shivering Chaplain robed in white, The Sheriff stern with gloom, And the Governor all in shiny black, With the yellow face of Doom. He does not rise in piteous haste To put on convict-clothes, While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes Each new and nerve-twitched pose, Fingering a watch whose little ticks Are like horrible hammer-blows. He does not know that sickening thirst That sands one's throat, before The hangman with his gardener's gloves Slips through the padded door, And binds one with three leathern thongs, That the throat may thirst no more. He does not bend his head to hear The Burial Office read, Nor while the terror of his soul Tells him he is not dead, Cross his own coffin, as he moves Into the hideous shed. He does not stare upon the air Through a little roof of glass: He does not pray with lips of clay For his agony to pass; Nor feel upon his shuddering cheek The kiss of Caiaphas. - An excerpt of, "The Ballad of Reading Goal Poem by Oscar Wilde She was his joy,... and sorrow too...