Ca sĩ: dung

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On a waggon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky
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,D onna,Donna;Donna,Don na,Donna,Don
Donna,D onna,Donna,Donna;Don na,Donna,Donna,Don ...