Little Richard – Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On
The first sound is a sonic detonation. It’s a riot of frantic keys and a voice that sounds like it’s…
The first sound is a sonic detonation. It’s a riot of frantic keys and a voice that sounds like it’s…
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