http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IZwzJRygT0 (8) I see a pear falling down from the tree. Winter is coming and it's plain to see. I spend the cold nights in my lonely room. Is it the winter to which I am doomed? Cold is the snow that will cover the ground. I feel the presence of tears falling down. Is it for pity or pain that I cry? Color is gone and the grass it must die. Winter brings sadness that empties my soul. Life is too short for a dog growing old. He used to follow and play at my heels. Love from his heart I no longer can feel (8)
hablando de pilas se me cayo una pila AAA al jarro con jugo de la mañana que esta ahi la wea me dara todo el litio que necesito para la noche
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6MJmYYEsmA (8) Here's a tale of Tom Who worked the railroads long His wife would cook his meal As he would change the wheel Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom There ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Worked for thirty years Sharing hopes and fears Dreamin' of the day He could turn and say Poor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sun Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom His wife was Annie Mae With any man a game she'd play When Tom was out of town She couldn't keep her dresses down Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin on Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom And so it was one day He got wise to Annie Mae Tom stood, a gun in his hand And stopped her runnin' around Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've done All those years of work are thrown away To ease your mind is that all you can say? But what about that grandson on your knee? Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me Ain't nothing that you can hide from Tom Keep-a Truckin' (8)
