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04-28-2004, 09:09 AM
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Nhin thay thi hoi hop, cam vo lai te tai, rut ra bi chay mau.....
Dang lam gi the nhi???? Nghi bay cung khong sao, mieng dung noi bay la duoc roi...... Mong rang khong bi sap tiem som qua :D
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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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04-28-2004, 07:00 PM
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dza khong phai, nhung cung co do....
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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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04-29-2004, 11:35 AM
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dung gui, chit thuoc do......
Sap Tiem :D
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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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#7
04-29-2004, 01:25 PM
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Chích thuốc mà để chảy máu, chắc cô y tá là Tiểu Ma Nữ rồi. :(
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#8
04-29-2004, 05:02 PM
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neu nhu benh nhan la TVP, thi TMN khong de chay mau de dang nhu vay, co tinh lam gay cay kim cho no dzinh o trong thit cua TVP luon...... :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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#9
04-29-2004, 05:53 PM
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Trích:
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#10
04-30-2004, 09:56 AM
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ddung lo ddung lo, y ta nhu TMN khong co chua chet nguoi dau.... cung lam la nam trong benh vien 1 thoi gian lau thoi........ :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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