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In the Ghetto

Elvis Aaron Presley (1935-1977)

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed

In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows

In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight

In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto

la
vida
se

cuela

por todas partes

mi vecina está enamorada

mi vecina está enamorada de un sapo
al sapo le enloquecen las libélulas
las libélulas se acurrucan en los nenúfares
los nenúfares veranean al sol
el sol corre tras la luna
la luna admira al mar
el mar adora los peces
los peces besan las moscas
las moscas danzan alrededor de la vaca
la vaca está loca por las margaritas
las margaritas se emocionan con las abejas
las abejas viven para su reina
la reina se ha encaprichado con un abejorro
el abejorro solo se trata con las amapolas
las amapolas se sonrojan con los corderos
los corderos no atienden más que al perro
el perro no piensa más que en el gato
el gato solo me quiere a mí
y yo...
yo estoy enamorado de mi vecina

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