CHAIN
OF FOOLS
(Aretha
Franklin)
Chain,
chain, chain, chain, chain, chain
Chain,
chain, chain, chain of fools
Five
long years I thought you were my man
But
I found out I'm just a link in your chain
You
got me where you want me
I
ain't nothing but your fool
You
treated me mean oh you treated me cruel
Chain,
chain, chain, chain of fools
Every
chain has got a weak link
I
might be weak child, but I'll give you strength
You
told me to leave you alone
My
father said come on home
My
doctor said take it easy
Whole
bunch of lovin is much too strong
I'm
added to your chain, chain, chain
Chain,
chain, chain, chain,
Chain,
chain of fools
One
of these mornings the chain is gonna break
But
up until then, yeah, I'm gonna take all I can take
Chain,
chain, chain, chain, chain, chain
Chain,
chain, chain, chain of fools. |
COME
FLY WITH ME
(Frank
Sinatra)
Come fly with me, let's
fly let's fly away
If you can use, some exotic
booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, we'll
fly we'll fly away
Come fly with me, let's float
down to Peru
In lama land, there's a
one man band
And he'll toot his flute
for you
Come fly with me, we'll
float down in the blue
Once I get you up there,
where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide, starry
eyed
Once I get you up there,
I'll be holding you so near
You may here, angels cheer
- because were together
Weather wise it's such a
lovely day
You just say the words,
and we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect, for a flying
honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, we'll
fly we'll fly away |
CABARET
(Liza
Milelli)
What good is sitting, alone
in your room?
But come, hear the music
play!
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
Put down the knitting, the
book and the broom
It is time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating
Right this way your table´s
waiting
What good´s commiting
prophet of doom?
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret , old
chum!
So come to the cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend
known as Elsie
With whom I shared for sordid
rooms in Chelsea
She wasn´t what you
call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she
rented by the hours
The day she died the neighbours
came to snicker her
Well, that is what comes
from
too much pills and liquor
But when I saw her laid
down like a queen
She was the happiest corpes
I´d ever seen
I think of Elsie till this
very day
I remember how she´d
turned to me and say
What good is sitting all
alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
And as for me
And as for me
I made my mind up back in
Chelsea
When I go I am going like
Elsie
Stop by admitting
From cradle to doom
It isn´t that born
to stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
It´s only a cabaret,
old chum!
And I love a cabaret! |
EL
TAMBORILERO
(Tradicional)
El
camino que lleva a Belén
baja
hasta el valle que la nieve cubrió.
Los
pastorcitos quieren ver a su Rey,
le
traen regalos en su humilde zurrón,
ropopompom,
ropopompom.
Ha
nacido en un portal de Belén,
el
Niño Dios.
Yo
quisiera poner a tus pies,
algún
presente que te agrade, Señor;
más
tu ya sabes que soy pobre también,
y
no poseo más que un viejo tambor:
ropopompom,
ropopompom...
En
tu honor frente al portal tocaré
con
mi tambor.
El
camino que lleva a Belén,
yo
voy tocando con mi viejo tambor.
Nada
mejor hay que te pueda ofrecer,
su
ronco acento es un canto de amor,
ropopompom,
ropopompom.
Cuando
Dios me vió tocando ante Él,
me
sonrió... |
