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| 6:58 | ||||
once, i loved
and i gave so much love to this love you were the world to me once, i cried at the thought i was foolish and proud and let you say goodbye and then one day from my infinite sadness you came and brought me love again now i know that no matter what ever be falls i'll never let you go i will hold you close night and day love is the saddest thing when it goes away and then one day from my infinite sadness you came and brought me love again make you stay because love is the saddest thing when it goes away love is the saddest thing when it goes away |
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| 6:17 | ||||
3. |
| 4:04 | ||||
4. |
| 5:26 | ||||
5. |
| 7:32 | ||||
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| 4:21 | ||||
7. |
| 5:58 | ||||
Todos me dicen el negro, Llorona
Negro pero carinoso. Todos me dicen el negro, Llorona Negro pero carinoso. Yo soy como el chile verde, Llorona Picante pero sabroso. Yo soy como el chile verde, Llorona Picante pero sabroso. Hay de mi llorona, llorona tu eres mi chunca Hay de mi llorona, llorona tu eres mi chunca Me quitaran de quererte llorona pero de olvidarte nunca Me quitaran de quererte llorona pero de olvidarte nunca Ay de mi, Llorona Llorona, Llorona, llevame al rio Tapame con tu rebozo, Llorona Porque me muero de frio Si porque te quiero quieres, Llorona Quieres que te quieres mas Si ya te he dado la vida, Llorona ¿Que mas quieres? ¿Quieres mas? |
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| 5:11 | ||||
9. |
| 3:59 | ||||
Dicen que por las nochesno ms se le iba en puro llorar;dicen que no coma,no ms se le iba en puro tomar.Juran que el mismo cielose estremeca al or su llanto,cmo sufri por ella,y hasta en su muerte la fue llamando:Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gema,Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,de pasin mortal mora.Que una paloma tristemuy de maana le va a cantara la casita solacon sus puertitas de par en par;juran que esa palomano es otra cosa ms que su alma,que todava esperaa que regrese la desdichada.Cucurrucuc paloma, cucurrucuc no llores.Las piedras jams, paloma,qu van a saber de amores?Cucurrucuc, cucurrucuc,cucurrucuc, cucurrucuc,cucurrucuc, paloma, ya no le llores |
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| 2:18 | ||||
My Funny Valentine Sweet Comic Valentine You Make Me Smile With My Heart You're Looks Are Laughable, Unphotographable Yet You're My Favorite Work Of Art Is Your FigureLess Than Greek Is Your Mouth A Little Weak When You Open It To Speak Are You Smart Don't Change A Hair For Me Not If You Care For Me Stay Little Valentine Stay Each Day Is Valentine's Day |
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| 5:06 | ||||
And now, the end is near and so I got to face The final curtain, girl Friends I say clear and state her case of which I'm uncertain I've lived a life that's full of travelled each and every highway And more, much more than this, I did it my wayYeah, regrets, I've had a few But then again, who feel to me uncertain. I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption I planned each other course, each careful footstep along the byway, Yeah, and more, much more than this, I did my wayYes, there were times, I'm sure you know When I did all much more than I could do But threw it all, when there was doubt, on everyday And it's not enough, I faced it all And as big as all did my way.Oh, I've laughed and cried, had my fill my share of losing And now, as tears subside, counted also music To think like the old lad And may I say not in a sky away, Oh, no no no, You're not me, I did it my way.What is a man, what have he got If not himself, and he had not to may the things He truly feels not words of one for use With that shows, I took the blows and did it my way! |
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| 5:05 | ||||
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, am one If you had listened to what your momma said You'd be at home today But I was young and foolish, oh Lord You let a gambler lead you astray Go tell my baby sister Don't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, I'm one, oh God And me, oh God, am one You poor girl, you are one |
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| 4:48 | ||||