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malidiyshop1922
MALI DIY SHOP :
Do ít ai để ý chứ chứ dân gian mà quen thuộc nhất với chúng ta vẫn là đồng dao. Còn mấy bài trước thiên về cổ đại, mà cổ đại này thì quen chúng ta qua mấy bộ phim của Trung chứ ko phải của Việt. Chỉ có đồng dao mới quen thuộc từ văn thơ, đời thường, dân dã, phim ảnh Việt nhiều hơn
2026-09-27 03:08:38
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naowsql
ws 🌊 :
ủa ăn tht luôn hả😔
2026-09-26 14:06:06
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callmegua26699
Gùa 🐢 :
trùm cuối không bao giờ làm chúng ta thất vọng😘😘😘
2026-09-26 13:54:17
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_tranhieu_01
qrienz. :
ở bên youtube to6 quá tr luôn
2026-09-26 14:05:04
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hhhhhhgfsg_fgg
ChuChu :
bài hay và ý nghĩ nhưng lạc đề
2026-09-27 03:49:43
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tramtram_999
tramtram_999 :
Nhạc hay nhưng chủ đề dân gian chắc hai bài đầu rõ hơn. 🥺
2026-09-27 00:36:15
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umbrellaaaa111
✨ :
Bé Tin dth quá àa
2026-09-26 13:54:25
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vnthu024
Nguyễn Vân :
team QH nhạc hay thế, hay thiệt luoonnis
2026-09-26 14:03:08
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nhuuyi.trn
NhuuYi Trn🫍🧶 :
Trễ Giờ Cơm Hay quáaaaaa nghe xúc động, dễ thương nhẹ nhàng
2026-09-26 14:18:09
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hu.ma8557
huệ mưa :
team Quang Hùng MasterD với bài Trễ giờ cơm dễ thương dữ ta
2026-09-26 14:14:07
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_knahhthw_
_ngỗng_ :
mik thấy nhóm này ý nghĩa nhưng chắc mik thấy lạc đề hả mn mà cứ thắc mắc sao á ai giống mik ko
2026-09-26 14:05:55
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jessicavn1910
Jessica đang pha cafe :
Cái tư duy đỉnh thật, làm fan của Quang Hùng chưa bao giờ phải suy nghĩ về khả năng của em
2026-09-26 14:14:49
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hu.n3611
☆•𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸•𝘶𝘯𝘪🐱🦄 :
Đang xúc động cái nhìn qua ẻm…
2026-09-27 03:24:44
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nit._.ii
m6 máu sét :
thi chung kết❌ mukbang chung kết✅
2026-09-26 14:17:25
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chamhoi247
Timeo nè🐱 :
Bài j vậy mọi người?
2026-09-26 14:11:48
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dm.ba.hu
Dặm Bùa Huế :
Quán Quân Quang Hùng MasterD đây rồi , các thành viên còn lại trong team Trễ Giờ Cơm đều trong Best 5 luôn nha🥰
2026-09-26 16:27:07
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trnh.th.nhn10
Nhàn nè :
Lần đầu nghe là khóc luôn vì nhớ nhà... nghe vài lần thì k còn khóc nhưng mà nhớ nhà quá...cũng lâu lắm rồi chưa được ăn cơm mẹ nấu
2026-09-26 15:05:17
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mai.uyn6444
ZO88 - CHẤT VUI KHÁC BIỆT :
team QH nhạc hay thế, hay thiệt luoonnis
2026-09-26 14:43:07
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_thc.han_
ngoc hann :
nhìn mâm cơm đói bụng vch
2026-09-27 04:17:42
1
daniel_harlow
Daniel Harlow :
bài này lạc đề rồi, khúc nào dân gian đương đại vậy?
2026-09-26 16:49:25
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hng.kim2599
hằng kim :
bài hát hay rất ý nghĩa
2026-09-26 22:44:31
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tthv_263
Hồng Zân :
Sao mà hay quá v nghe mà nổi gia gà lunnnnn
2026-09-26 22:31:43
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hannahhh_265
hannahhh_265 :
Trễ giờ cơm hay quá. Ý nghĩa. Team Quang Hùng MasterD đỉnh
2026-09-26 23:40:22
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hong.kim6487
Hoàng Kim :
sao lúc xuân định lại cái harry nhã cơm ra vậy 😂😂🥰
2026-09-27 00:41:54
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khangduong374
68gbvn • space_Lì Xì Siêu Hời :
Cái bài này mà ăn xa nhà chắc khóc hết nước mắt🥺
2026-09-27 01:34:53
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