La Bamba Para bailar la bamba, Para bailar la bamba, Se necesita una poca de gracia. Una poca de gracia para mi para ti. Arriba y arriba Y arriba y arriba, por ti sere, Por ti sere. Por ti sere. Yo no soy marinero Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan Soy
Le canto a mi patria, le canto a mi gente Le canto a mi madre, le canto a mi padre Y hasta el presidente Este ritmo suave, que me hace bailar A toas las chicas, ay que bonitas Las pongo a gozar Que bonito baila, baila cumbia mi morena Mueve la cintur
West L.A. Fadeaway - Los Lobos Looking for a chateau Twenty one rooms but one will do Looking for a chateau Twenty one rooms but one will do I don't want to buy it I just want to rent it for an hour or two I met an old mistake Walking down the street
On the barren slopes of a thousand hopes Where a warm wind blows To a place where I could rest my bones All my life I've worked the earth For what it's worth Sun and dirt is all I've ever known Gone this way so many times To make the climb In the way
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Standin' there by the window Starin' out at the night You've got so many troubles On your nervous mind But don't worry baby It's gonna work out fine You hear the sound of footsteps Stealing 'cross the floor You picked up the receiver You didn't know
Solo me gusta pasear si tu cuerpo me acompaña solo me gusta descansar solo cuando tu me abrazas y caminando por todo tu cuerpo mirando la mirada que hay en ti ya la hecho de menos ya la hecho de menos y ya no se donde estara no se si viene o si van a
By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me. I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178, spitting c
Tu Carcel Enanitos Verdes Te vas amor Si así lo quieres Que puedo yo hacer, Tu vanidad no te deja entender Que en la pobreza se sabe querer. Y quiero llorar, Y me destroza que pienses así Y más que ahora me quede sin ti Me duele lo que tú vas a sufri