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         &lt;p&gt;La banda sobre el escenario en una de esas noches , oh si         &lt;br /&gt;el baterista cree que ella es dinamita, oh si          &lt;br /&gt;tus bellas damas en sus encajes de cueros          &lt;br /&gt;un millar labios que desearías probar          &lt;br /&gt;tengo un solo corazón y duele mucho          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;Quien es esa negra de pelo azul brillante, oh si          &lt;br /&gt;no sabes que es grosero mirar así, oh si          &lt;br /&gt;no soy tan ingenuo pero me siento tan vigoroso          &lt;br /&gt;simplemente me gustaría ponerla a prueba          &lt;br /&gt;ella esta llena de vida y vestida para matar          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;no busco ninguna cara bonita, o o          &lt;br /&gt;ni tampoco una prostituta barata          &lt;br /&gt;no hay nada como una pareja perfecta          &lt;br /&gt;y no estoy buscando nada serio          &lt;br /&gt;Pero ya he estado hablado mucho          &lt;br /&gt;creo que es mejor cantar una canción mas          &lt;br /&gt;tengo un solo corazón y duele mucho          &lt;br /&gt;simplemente estoy muriendo por algunas emociones fuertes          &lt;br /&gt;oh si          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras otra lo hará          &lt;br /&gt;otra lo hará, otra la hará          &lt;br /&gt;si no me deslumbras          &lt;br /&gt;bien bien bien bien&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If You Can´t Rock Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah         &lt;br /&gt;The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah          &lt;br /&gt;You lovely ladies in your leather and lace          &lt;br /&gt;A thousand lips I would love to taste          &lt;br /&gt;I've got one heart and it hurts like hell          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;Now who's that black girl in the bright blue hair, oh yeah          &lt;br /&gt;Now don't you know that it's rude to stare, oh yeah          &lt;br /&gt;I'm not so green but I'm feelin' so fresh          &lt;br /&gt;I simply like to put her to the test          &lt;br /&gt;She's so alive and she's dressed to kill, but          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;Now I ain't lookin' for no pretty face, oh no          &lt;br /&gt;Or for some hooker workin' roughish trade          &lt;br /&gt;And there ain't nothing like a perfect mate          &lt;br /&gt;And I ain't lookin' for no wedding cake          &lt;br /&gt;But I been talkin' 'bout it much too long          &lt;br /&gt;I think I better sing just one more song          &lt;br /&gt;I've got one heart and it hurts like hell          &lt;br /&gt;I'm simply dying for some thrills and spills          &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me, somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;Somebody will, somebody will          &lt;br /&gt;If you can't rock me          &lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, well&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;Letra&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="2" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="2" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Siguiendo el rio&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Hay algo que debo decirte            &lt;br /&gt;por que no te sientas             &lt;br /&gt;Te ves linda hoy             &lt;br /&gt;me encanta esa peineta enroscada en tu pelo &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Mis cartas están sobre la mesa            &lt;br /&gt;y las bebidas se acabaron por completo             &lt;br /&gt;estuve con los muchachos en este cuarto             &lt;br /&gt;realmente éramos una multitud             &lt;br /&gt;Es difícil romper gentilmente             &lt;br /&gt;pero lo he pensado seriamente             &lt;br /&gt;no creo que haya un futuro por delante             &lt;br /&gt;entre tu y yo, tu y yo &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;seguiré el rio            &lt;br /&gt;hasta que se de la mano con el mar             &lt;br /&gt;pensare en ti hasta que me duela             &lt;br /&gt;Porque tu siempre viste lo mejor de mi &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Probablemente me olvides            &lt;br /&gt;y desapareceré en aquel bar             &lt;br /&gt;solo una cara desaparece sin dejar rastro             &lt;br /&gt;Me perderé, me perderé &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Un día escuchare algunas risas en un café            &lt;br /&gt;y buscare tu numero             &lt;br /&gt;gritando tu nombre             &lt;br /&gt;gritando tu nombre &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Seguiré el rio            &lt;br /&gt;hasta que se de la mano con el mar             &lt;br /&gt;Pensare en ti todo el tiempo             &lt;br /&gt;Porque tu siempre viste lo mejor de mi             &lt;br /&gt;Seguiré el rio - oh dios             &lt;br /&gt;hasta que se una con el mar &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;es la primera vez que pienso en ti ohh querida            &lt;br /&gt;Porque tu siempre viste lo mejor de mi             &lt;br /&gt;(siempre viste lo mejor de mi)             &lt;br /&gt;Seguiré el rio (si)             &lt;br /&gt;y uniré sus manos con el mar &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ah y si tenerte no puedo            &lt;br /&gt;contigo siempre soñare             &lt;br /&gt;Porque tu siempre viste lo mejor de mi             &lt;br /&gt;(siempre viste lo mejor de mi)             &lt;br /&gt;Seguiré el rio             &lt;br /&gt;y uniré sus manos con el mar &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Pensare en ti            &lt;br /&gt;Porque tu siempre viste lo mejor de mi&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Following The River&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;here's something I should tell you            &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit there in that chair             &lt;br /&gt;You're looking good today             &lt;br /&gt;I love the way your comb's tucked in your hair &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;My cards are on the table            &lt;br /&gt;but the drinks have all run out             &lt;br /&gt;There's been some other lads in this room with me             &lt;br /&gt;we're really quite a crowd             &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to break it gently             &lt;br /&gt;but I really thought it through             &lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's much future left             &lt;br /&gt;for me and you me and you &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I've been following the river            &lt;br /&gt;til it joins hands with the sea.             &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of you so bad             &lt;br /&gt;Cause you always saw the best in me &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You'll probably forget me            &lt;br /&gt;and I'll fade back in the bar             &lt;br /&gt;Just a face disappearing without trace             &lt;br /&gt;I'll be lost I'll be lost &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;One day I'll hear some laughter in a out-of-town cafe            &lt;br /&gt;I'll be reaching for your number             &lt;br /&gt;I'll be calling out your name             &lt;br /&gt;calling out your name &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I've been following that river            &lt;br /&gt;gonna join hands with the sea             &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of ya all the time             &lt;br /&gt;Cause you always brought the best in me             &lt;br /&gt;I'll be following the river - oh my!             &lt;br /&gt;Till it spills out in the sea &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;When I first think about ya oh dear            &lt;br /&gt;Cause you always brought the best in me             &lt;br /&gt;(always brought the best in me)             &lt;br /&gt;I'll be following the river (yeah!)             &lt;br /&gt;Gonna join hands with the sea &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ah if I can't have ya            &lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming all about ya             &lt;br /&gt;Cause you always brought the best in me             &lt;br /&gt;I'll be following the river             &lt;br /&gt;gonna join hands with the sea &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I'll be thinking about ya            &lt;br /&gt;cause you always brought the best in me&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;  &lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style" services="[object Object]" expr:addthis:url="data:post.url" expr:addthis:title="data:post.title"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;div class="atclear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita             &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita            &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;He oído hablar de tus fotos             &lt;br /&gt;Eso si es lo que llamo obsceno             &lt;br /&gt;Tus trucos con frutas eran lindos.             &lt;br /&gt;Apuesto que tienes tu concha limpia             &lt;br /&gt;Cariño, extraño tus besos de dos lenguas,             &lt;br /&gt;y tus piernas apretándome             &lt;br /&gt;y si alguna vez regrese a Fun City, chica             &lt;br /&gt;Te hare gritar toda la noche             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita             &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Ali McGraw se enojo contigo,             &lt;br /&gt;por que le diste bola a Steve McQueen             &lt;br /&gt;tu y yo hacíamos una buena pareja,             &lt;br /&gt;fracasando en la gran pantalla.             &lt;br /&gt;Cariño, estoy abierto a todo,             &lt;br /&gt;no se donde poner el límite.             &lt;br /&gt;Si, apuesto a que tendrás a             &lt;br /&gt;John Wayne antes de que el muera             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita             &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita             &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita             &lt;br /&gt;Si! Eres una putita, putita, putita, putita&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Star Star&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone            &lt;br /&gt;way back to New York City             &lt;br /&gt;where you do belong             &lt;br /&gt;Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses,             &lt;br /&gt;legs wrapped around me tight             &lt;br /&gt;If I ever get back to Fun City, girl,             &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you scream all night.             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Honey, honey, call me on the telephone,             &lt;br /&gt;I know you're movin' out to Hollywood             &lt;br /&gt;with your can of tasty foam             &lt;br /&gt;All those beat up friends of mine             &lt;br /&gt;got to get you in their books             &lt;br /&gt;And lead guitars and movie stars             &lt;br /&gt;get their toes beneath your hook.             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,             &lt;br /&gt;a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's,             &lt;br /&gt;now that's what I call obscene,             &lt;br /&gt;your tricks with fruit was kind a cute,             &lt;br /&gt;I bet you keep your pusy clean.             &lt;br /&gt;Honey, I miss your two tone kisses,             &lt;br /&gt;legs wrapped around me tight.             &lt;br /&gt;If I ever get back to New York, girl,             &lt;br /&gt;gonna make you scream all night.             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star,             &lt;br /&gt;a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star.             &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you             &lt;br /&gt;for givin' head to Steve McQueen,             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, and me we made a pretty pair,             &lt;br /&gt;fallin' through the Silver Screen.             &lt;br /&gt;Honey, I'm open to anything             &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to draw the line.             &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get             &lt;br /&gt;John Wayne before he dies.            &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Yeah! 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Oh, si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;El amor es un misterio que no puedes desmitificar, oh, no.            &lt;br /&gt;Y a veces me pregunto por que estamos aquí,             &lt;br /&gt;Pero no me importa, no me importa. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Puedes oír la música, Puedes oír la música?            &lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir la magia danzando en el aire?             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir la magia? Oh, si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;El amor es un misterio que no puedes desmitificar, oh, no.            &lt;br /&gt;A veces bailo en el aire             &lt;br /&gt;Pero me da miedo, me da miedo. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Cuando escucho la batería, me da placer            &lt;br /&gt;Cuando oigo la guitarra, me dan ganas de moverme             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir la magia, flotando en el aire?             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir la magia? Oh, si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A veces sientes que has sido empujado            &lt;br /&gt;Y tu arco iris ya no esta aquí             &lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo, no tengas miedo &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Cuando escuchas música, desaparecen problemas,            &lt;br /&gt;Cuando oyes la música sonar en tus oídos.             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir la magia flotando en el aire?             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir la magia? Oh, si, si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Cuando oyes la música sonar en tus oídos.            &lt;br /&gt;Puedes oír la música? Oh, Si.             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes escuchar la batería? te damos placer.             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes oír la guitarra? Dan ganas de moverse?             &lt;br /&gt;Si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Puedes oír la música? Oh, si.            &lt;br /&gt;Puedes oír la música sonando en tus oídos?             &lt;br /&gt;Puedes oír la música, puedes oír la música?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can You Hear the Music&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?            &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic hangin' in the air?             &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no.            &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder why we're here,             &lt;br /&gt;but I don't care, I don't care. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?            &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic dancin' in the air?             &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no.            &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I I'm dancin' on air,             &lt;br /&gt;but I get scared, I get scared. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;When I hear the drummer, get me in the groove.            &lt;br /&gt;When I hear the guitar, makes me wanna move.             &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic, floatin' in the air?             &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Sometimes you're feelin' you've been pushed around            &lt;br /&gt;and your rainbow just ain't here.             &lt;br /&gt;Don't you fear, don't you fear. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;When you hear the music trouble disappear,            &lt;br /&gt;when you hear the music ringin' in your ears.             &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the magic floatin' in the air?             &lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the magic? 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         &lt;p&gt;Si.. desearía haber estado en Stone Canyon            &lt;br /&gt;Cuando las luces de arboles de navidad se apagaron             &lt;br /&gt;Pero he sido consumido, mi religión             &lt;br /&gt;Y el toque de renovación se ha dado vuelta &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A veces pienso en ti, nena            &lt;br /&gt;A veces lloro por ti             &lt;br /&gt;A veces quiero envolverte en mi abrigo             &lt;br /&gt;A veces quiero darte calor             &lt;br /&gt;A veces quiero envolverte en mi abrigo             &lt;br /&gt;A veces quiero pero no puedo dártelo&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Winter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;And it sure been a cold, cold winter            &lt;br /&gt;and the wind ain't been blowin' from the south.             &lt;br /&gt;It's sure been a cold, cold winter             &lt;br /&gt;and a lotta love is all burned out. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;It sure been a hard, hard winter,            &lt;br /&gt;my feet been draggin' 'cross the ground.             &lt;br /&gt;And I hope it's gonna be a long, hot summer,             &lt;br /&gt;and a lotta love will be burnin' bright. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;And I wish I been out in California            &lt;br /&gt;when the lights on all the Christmas trees went out.             &lt;br /&gt;But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle,             &lt;br /&gt;and the restoration plays have all gone 'round. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;It sure been a cold, cold winter,            &lt;br /&gt;my feet been draggin' 'cross the ground.             &lt;br /&gt;And the fields has all been brown and fallow,             &lt;br /&gt;and the springtime take a long way around. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Yeah, and I wish I been out in Stone Canyon            &lt;br /&gt;when the lights on all the Christmas trees went out.             &lt;br /&gt;But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle,             &lt;br /&gt;and the restoration plays have all gone 'round. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think about you, baby,            &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry about you.             &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you,             &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna keep you warm.             &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you,             &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna but I can't afford you &lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Now look here, baby, it sure looks sweet,            &lt;br /&gt;in the sleep time, out in the street             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, baby, why do you hide your love? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Oh, been a sick man, I wanna cry,            &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm a drunk man, but now I'm dry             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, why do you hide your love? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Now look here, baby, you sure look cheap,            &lt;br /&gt;I make money seven days a week             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, baby, hide from the man that you love? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Come on, come on, come on            &lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, come on &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Oh, babe, I'm reachin', reachin' high,            &lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, I'm fallin' out of the sky             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, hide from the man that you love?             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, baby, why do you hide your love? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah            &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide, why do you hide your love?             &lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide it, baby, hide from the man that you love,             &lt;br /&gt;that you love? 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    &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;El Tren Plateado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;El tren plateado esta llegando,            &lt;br /&gt;creo que ahora voy a subirme, Oh, Si             &lt;br /&gt;El tren plateado esta llegando,             &lt;br /&gt;Creo que ahora quiero subirme, Oh, Si &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;La lluvia plateada esta cayendo,            &lt;br /&gt;Cayendo alrededor de mi casa, Oh, Si             &lt;br /&gt;La lluvia plateada esta cayendo, Cayendo alrededor de mi casa, Oh, Si, Oh, Si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,            &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Pero sin duda ame la forma que ella rio y se llevo mi dinero.             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Y un poco&amp;#160; ame la forma que ella rio y me dijo cariño &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;La lluvia plateada esta cayendo,            &lt;br /&gt;Cayendo alrededor de mi casa, Oh, Si             &lt;br /&gt;La bella plateada es un campaneo,             &lt;br /&gt;Sonando alrededor de mi casa, ding, dong, Oh, Si. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,            &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Pero sin duda ame la forma que ella rio y se llevo mi dinero.             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Pero sin duda ame la forma que ella rio y me dijo cariño &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Me voy a casa en un tren rumbo al sur con una canción en mi boca,            &lt;br /&gt;Me voy a casa en un tren rumbo al sur con una canción en mi boca. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;El tren plateado esta arrancando            &lt;br /&gt;creo que ahora voy a subirme, Oh, Si             &lt;br /&gt;El tren plateado esta llegando,             &lt;br /&gt;Creo que ahora quiero subirme, Oh, Si &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,            &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Pero sin duda ame la forma que ella rio y se llevo mi dinero.             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Y no supe cual era su nombre,             &lt;br /&gt;Pero sin duda ame la forma que ella rio y me dijo cariño &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;El tren plateado esta llegando,            &lt;br /&gt;creo que ahora voy a subirme, Oh, Si             &lt;br /&gt;El tren plateado esta llegando,             &lt;br /&gt;Creo que ahora quiero subirme, Oh, Si&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silver Train&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Silver train is a comin',            &lt;br /&gt;think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah.             &lt;br /&gt;Silver train is a comin',             &lt;br /&gt;think I wanna get on now, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Silver rain is a fallin',            &lt;br /&gt;fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah,             &lt;br /&gt;silver rain is a fallin', fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;And I did not know her name,            &lt;br /&gt;and I did not know here name,             &lt;br /&gt;but I sure love the way that she laughed and took my money.             &lt;br /&gt;And I did not know here name,             &lt;br /&gt;and I did not know her name,             &lt;br /&gt;bit I sure loved the way that she laughed and called me Honey. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Silver rain is a fallin',            &lt;br /&gt;fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah,             &lt;br /&gt;Silver belles is a ringin',             &lt;br /&gt;ringin' all around my house, ding, dong, oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;And I did not know her name,            &lt;br /&gt;and I did not know here name,             &lt;br /&gt;but I sure loved the way that she laughed and took my money,             &lt;br /&gt;And I did not know her name,             &lt;br /&gt;and I did not know her name,             &lt;br /&gt;but I sure loved the way that she laughed and called me Honey. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I'm going home on a south bound train with a song in my mouth,            &lt;br /&gt;I'm going home on a south bound train with a song in my mouth. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Silver train is a runnin',            &lt;br /&gt;think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah,             &lt;br /&gt;Silver train is a comin',             &lt;br /&gt;think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;And I did not know her name,            &lt;br /&gt;and I did not know here name,             &lt;br /&gt;but I sure loved the way that she laughed and took my money,             &lt;br /&gt;And I did not know her name,             &lt;br /&gt;and I did not know her name,             &lt;br /&gt;but I sure loved the way that she laughed and called me Honey. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Silver train is a comin',            &lt;br /&gt;think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah.             &lt;br /&gt;Silver train is a comin',             &lt;br /&gt;think I'm gonna get on board, oh, yeah. &lt;/p&gt; 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           &lt;br /&gt;Angie, Angie, No pueden decir que nunca lo intentamos&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Oh, Angie, Oh, Angie, when will those dark clouds disappear            &lt;br /&gt;Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here             &lt;br /&gt;With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats             &lt;br /&gt;You can't say we're satisfied             &lt;br /&gt;But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said goodbye            &lt;br /&gt;Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke            &lt;br /&gt;Let me whisper in your ear             &lt;br /&gt;Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here             &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet             &lt;br /&gt;I hate that sadness in your eyes             &lt;br /&gt;But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said goodbye &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats            &lt;br /&gt;You can't say we're satisfied             &lt;br /&gt;But angie, I still love you baby, ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes             &lt;br /&gt;There ain't a woman that comes close to you, come on baby, dry your eyes &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;But Angie, Angie ain't it good to be alive            &lt;br /&gt;Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-8225137540946357934?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Rompe Corazones)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;La policía de New york City            &lt;br /&gt;Perseguía un tipo por el parque             &lt;br /&gt;y en una identificación incorrecta             &lt;br /&gt;le metieron una bala en su corazón &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Rompe corazones con tu cuarenta cuatro            &lt;br /&gt;voy a destrozar tu mundo en pedazos             &lt;br /&gt;Rompe corazones con tu cuarenta cuatro             &lt;br /&gt;voy a destrozar tu mundo en pedazos &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;En la esquina una chica de diez años,            &lt;br /&gt;clavando agujas en su brazo             &lt;br /&gt;Ella murió en el basural de algún callejón             &lt;br /&gt;Su madre dijo que ya no había remedio, no había remedio             &lt;br /&gt;Rompe corazones, rompe corazones             &lt;br /&gt;Se clavo alfileres en su corazón             &lt;br /&gt;Rompe corazones, torturadora             &lt;br /&gt;Se robo el amor de tu corazón &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Rompe corazones, rompe corazones            &lt;br /&gt;Robaste el amor de mi corazón             &lt;br /&gt;Rompe corazones, rompe corazones            &lt;br /&gt;voy a destrozar tu mundo en pedazos &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo... &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;The police in New York City,            &lt;br /&gt;they chased a boy right through the park.             &lt;br /&gt;And in a case of mistaken identity             &lt;br /&gt;the put a bullet through his heart. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Heart breakers with your forty four,            &lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear your world apart,             &lt;br /&gt;you heart breaker with your forty four,             &lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear your world a part. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A ten year old girl on a street corner,            &lt;br /&gt;Sticking needles in her arm.             &lt;br /&gt;She died in the dirt of an alleyway,             &lt;br /&gt;her mother said she had no chance, no chance!             &lt;br /&gt;Heart breaker, heart breaker,             &lt;br /&gt;she stuck the pins right in her heart.             &lt;br /&gt;Heart breaker, pain maker,             &lt;br /&gt;stole the love right out of you heart. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Heart breaker, heart breaker,            &lt;br /&gt;you stole the love right out of my heart.             &lt;br /&gt;Heart breaker, heart breaker,             &lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear your world apart. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo... &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-1572866455827570638?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Salí a caminar por el bosque el otro día            &lt;br /&gt;no ves las arrugas en mi frente?             &lt;br /&gt;Que tiernos días, no teníamos secretos escondidos             &lt;br /&gt;ahora era como hace cien años &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ahora si me ves bebiendo un malo vino tinto,            &lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes por este hombre que amas             &lt;br /&gt;No crees que a veces es sabio no crecer? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Vas a besarme y decir adiós, si, te advierto            &lt;br /&gt;Vas a besarme y decir adiós, si, te advierto             &lt;br /&gt;Vas a besarme y decir adiós, oh Señor, te advierto             &lt;br /&gt;y por favor perdóname a pesar de que me esconda             &lt;br /&gt;Llámame haragán             &lt;br /&gt;no tengo tiempo para perder             &lt;br /&gt;Haragán no tienes tiempo para perder             &lt;br /&gt;No crees que es la hora de esconderse? si, si!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 Years Ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Went out walkin' through the wood the other day            &lt;br /&gt;and the world was a carpet laid before me             &lt;br /&gt;The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange             &lt;br /&gt;and it seemed about a hundred years ago &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate,            &lt;br /&gt;just gazin' at some dragon in the sky             &lt;br /&gt;What tender days, we had no secrets hid away,             &lt;br /&gt;well, it seemed about a hundred years ago &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles,            &lt;br /&gt;living out a dream of what they was             &lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Wend out walkin' through the wood the other day,            &lt;br /&gt;can't you see the furrows in my forehead?             &lt;br /&gt;What tender days, we had no secrets hid away,             &lt;br /&gt;now it seems about a hundred years ago &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Now if you see me drinkin' bad red wine,            &lt;br /&gt;don't worry 'bout this man that you love             &lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you            &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you             &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you,             &lt;br /&gt;and please excuse me while I hide away             &lt;br /&gt;Call me lazy bones,             &lt;br /&gt;ain't got no time to waste away,             &lt;br /&gt;lazy bones ain't got no time to waste away             &lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's just about time to hide away? 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            &lt;br /&gt;La mordida de una serpiente, la picadura de una araña, un trago de Belladonna en una noche en Toussaint.             &lt;br /&gt;Oculto en una esquina de New York City,             &lt;br /&gt;admirando una cuarenta y cuatro en West Virginia &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Yo estaba bailando, bailando,bailando tan libre,bailando, bailando, bailando tan libre            &lt;br /&gt;Bailando, señor, Mantén tus manos lejos de mi, Bailando con el Señor D.,Con el señor D., Con el señor D. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Una noche estaba bailando con una dama de negro,            &lt;br /&gt;Llevaba guantes y sombrero de seda negro             &lt;br /&gt;me observaba ansiosa con ojos de terciopelo negro             &lt;br /&gt;me miro raro llena de astucia y sabiduría             &lt;br /&gt;entonces vi que la carne se desprendía de sus huesos             &lt;br /&gt;los ojos en su cráneo ardieron como el carbón             &lt;br /&gt;Señor, Ten piedad, fuego y azufre             &lt;br /&gt;yo estaba bailando con la Señorita D.             &lt;br /&gt;Señor, Yo estaba bailando, Bailando, Bailando tan libre             &lt;br /&gt;Yo estaba bailando, Bailando, Bailando tan libre             &lt;br /&gt;bailando, Bailando, Bailando tan libre &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Bailando, bailando&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dancing With Mr. D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst,            &lt;br /&gt;the air smells sweet, the air smells sick.             &lt;br /&gt;He never smiles, his mouth merely twists,             &lt;br /&gt;the breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick.             &lt;br /&gt;But I know his name, he's called Mister D.             &lt;br /&gt;and one of these days he's gonna set you free.             &lt;br /&gt;Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck,             &lt;br /&gt;the palms of my hands is clammy and wet. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,            &lt;br /&gt;dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.             &lt;br /&gt;Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me,             &lt;br /&gt;dancin' with Mister D., with Mister D., with Mister D. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Will it be poison put in my glass,            &lt;br /&gt;will it be slow or will it be fast?             &lt;br /&gt;The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider,             &lt;br /&gt;a drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night.             &lt;br /&gt;Hiding in a corner in New York City,             &lt;br /&gt;lookin' down a forty four in West Virginia. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,            &lt;br /&gt;dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.             &lt;br /&gt;Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me,             &lt;br /&gt;dancin' with Mister D., with Mister D., with Mister D. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;One night I was dancin' with a lady in black,            &lt;br /&gt;wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat.             &lt;br /&gt;She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes,             &lt;br /&gt;she gazed at me strange all cunning and wise.             &lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones,             &lt;br /&gt;the eyes in her skull was burning like coals.             &lt;br /&gt;Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone.             &lt;br /&gt;I was dancin' with Misses D. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,            &lt;br /&gt;I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.             &lt;br /&gt;Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Dancin', dancin'.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-3114792058673932917?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cegado por arco iris &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;p&gt;En algún momento sentiste el dolor            &lt;br /&gt;Que el sintió en la cruz             &lt;br /&gt;En algún momento sentiste el cuchillo             &lt;br /&gt;desgarrando la carne que es oh tan suave&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Alguna vez tocaste la noche            &lt;br /&gt;en algún momento consideraste el costo             &lt;br /&gt;Acaso escondes el miedo             &lt;br /&gt;dando el paraíso por perdido&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Estas cegado por arco iris            &lt;br /&gt;Observando el viento soplar             &lt;br /&gt;cegado por arco iris             &lt;br /&gt;sueñas por las noches             &lt;br /&gt;Duermes por las noches             &lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;En algún momento sentiste el impacto            &lt;br /&gt;Cuando la bomba sentex explota             &lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez escuchas los gritos             &lt;br /&gt;mientras las extremidades son arrancadas             &lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez besaste al niño             &lt;br /&gt;que acaba de ver como le disparan a su padre             &lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez derramas una lagrima             &lt;br /&gt;Mientras la guerra sigue y sigue&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;En algún momento tocas la noche            &lt;br /&gt;O es solo un trabajo mas             &lt;br /&gt;Sientes las horas finales             &lt;br /&gt;dando el paraíso por perdido&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;cegado por arco iris            &lt;br /&gt;y rostros en ventanas             &lt;br /&gt;cegado por arco iris             &lt;br /&gt;sueñas por las noches             &lt;br /&gt;Duermes por las noches             &lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;En algún momento tocas la noche            &lt;br /&gt;Sera que la esta perdida             &lt;br /&gt;Sientes las horas finales             &lt;br /&gt;Te arrodillas frente a la cruz&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Estas cegado por arco iris            &lt;br /&gt;observando el viento soplar             &lt;br /&gt;cegado por arco iris             &lt;br /&gt;Sueñas por las noches             &lt;br /&gt;Gritas en las noches             &lt;br /&gt;Tienes olor a miedo             &lt;br /&gt;Esta limpia tu consciencia             &lt;br /&gt;estas empapado en sudor&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Están mojadas tus ropas            &lt;br /&gt;Vez la luz             &lt;br /&gt;esta el fin a la vista             &lt;br /&gt;Veras la cara de Cristo             &lt;br /&gt;entrando al paraíso             &lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blinded by Rainbows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Did you ever feel the pain            &lt;br /&gt;That He felt upon the cross             &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel the knife             &lt;br /&gt;Tearing flesh that's oh so soft &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Did you ever touch the night            &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever count the cost             &lt;br /&gt;Do you hide away the fear             &lt;br /&gt;Put down paradise as lost &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You're blinded by rainbows            &lt;br /&gt;Watching the wind blow             &lt;br /&gt;Blinded by rainbows             &lt;br /&gt;Do you dream at night             &lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep at night             &lt;br /&gt;I doubt it &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Did you ever feel the blast            &lt;br /&gt;As the Semtex bomb goes off             &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever hear the screams             &lt;br /&gt;As the limbs are all torn off             &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever kiss the child             &lt;br /&gt;Who just saw his father shot             &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever shed a tear             &lt;br /&gt;As the war drags on and on &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Do you ever touch the night            &lt;br /&gt;Or is it just another job             &lt;br /&gt;Do you fear the final hours             &lt;br /&gt;Put down paradise as lost &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Blinded by rainbows            &lt;br /&gt;And faces in windows             &lt;br /&gt;Blinded by rainbows             &lt;br /&gt;Do you dream at night             &lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep at night             &lt;br /&gt;I doubt it &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Do you ever fear the night            &lt;br /&gt;Could it be the war is lost             &lt;br /&gt;Do you fear the final hours             &lt;br /&gt;Do you kneel before the cross &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You're blinded by rainbows            &lt;br /&gt;And I'm watching the wind blow             &lt;br /&gt;Blinded by rainbows             &lt;br /&gt;Do you dream at night             &lt;br /&gt;Do you scream at night             &lt;br /&gt;do you smell of fear             &lt;br /&gt;Is your conscience clear             &lt;br /&gt;Are you caked in sweat &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Are your clothes all wet            &lt;br /&gt;Do you see the light             &lt;br /&gt;Is the end in sight             &lt;br /&gt;See the face of Christ             &lt;br /&gt;Enter paradise             &lt;br /&gt;I doubt it&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-4394094039576452139?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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         &lt;p&gt;Podrá el buen señor hacer brillar una luz sobre ti            &lt;br /&gt;Y hacer de cada canción tu melodía preferida             &lt;br /&gt;Podrá el buen señor hacer brillar una luz sobre ti             &lt;br /&gt;caliente como el sol en el atardecer &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Bueno, estas borracha en el callejón, nena            &lt;br /&gt;Con tus ropas desgarradas             &lt;br /&gt;Y tus amigos de la noche             &lt;br /&gt;Te abandonaron en el frio amanecer gris             &lt;br /&gt;Había demasiadas moscas encima de ti             &lt;br /&gt;Pero no pude espantarlas a todas &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ángeles batiendo sus alas a la vez            &lt;br /&gt;Con sonrisas en sus caras             &lt;br /&gt;y un destello en sus ojos             &lt;br /&gt;Creí oír a uno susurrarte             &lt;br /&gt;vamos levántate, levántate, ya             &lt;br /&gt;Vamos levántate, ya &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Podrá el buen señor hacer brillar una luz sobre ti            &lt;br /&gt;Y hacer de cada canción tu melodía preferida             &lt;br /&gt;Podrá el buen señor hacer brillar una luz sobre ti             &lt;br /&gt;caliente como el sol en el atardecer&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine a Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Saw you stretched out in room ten-o-nine            &lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your face             &lt;br /&gt;And a tear right in your eye             &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see to get a line on you             &lt;br /&gt;My sweet honey love             &lt;br /&gt;Berber jew'lry jangling down the street             &lt;br /&gt;Make you shut your eyes at ev'ry woman that you meet             &lt;br /&gt;Could not seem to get high on you             &lt;br /&gt;My sweet honey love &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;May the good Lord shine a light on you            &lt;br /&gt;Make every song your favorite tune             &lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord shine a light on you             &lt;br /&gt;Warm like the evening sun &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Well, you're drunk in the alley, baby            &lt;br /&gt;With your clothes all torn             &lt;br /&gt;And your late night friends             &lt;br /&gt;Leave you in the cold grey dawn             &lt;br /&gt;Just seemed too many flies on you             &lt;br /&gt;I just can't brush them off &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Angels beating all their wings in time            &lt;br /&gt;With smiles on their faces             &lt;br /&gt;And a gleam right in their eyes             &lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard one sigh for you             &lt;br /&gt;Come on up, come on up, now             &lt;br /&gt;Come on up, now &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;May the good Lord shine a light on you            &lt;br /&gt;Make every song you sing your favourite tune             &lt;br /&gt;May the good Lord shine a light on you             &lt;br /&gt;Warm like the evening sun &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-8823939587582492526?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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         &lt;p&gt;Amo a mi nena de noventa y nueve grados, pero aquella mamita tenia una pistola, y la puso sobre mi            &lt;br /&gt;deja de mirarme con lujuria, Por favor, deja de mirarme con lujuria             &lt;br /&gt;estas cosas te hacen volar la tapa de los sesos, nena, si, vas perder tu cabeza &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;siempre que voy caminando por la calle            &lt;br /&gt;Alguna hermosa mujer comienza a mirarme con lujuria             &lt;br /&gt;Deja de mirarme con lujuria, nena, Por favor, deja de mirarme con lujuria             &lt;br /&gt;Estas cosas te hacen volar la tapa de los sesos, nena, vas perder tu cabeza&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stop Breaking Down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street            &lt;br /&gt;some pretty mama start breaking down on me.             &lt;br /&gt;Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down.             &lt;br /&gt;Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,             &lt;br /&gt;gonna make you lose your mind. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown,            &lt;br /&gt;you don't do nothing but tear my reputation down.             &lt;br /&gt;Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.             &lt;br /&gt;Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I love my baby ninety nine degrees,            &lt;br /&gt;but that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me.             &lt;br /&gt;Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down.             &lt;br /&gt;Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby,             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, gonna make you lose your mind. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ev'ry time I'm walking all down the street            &lt;br /&gt;some pretty woman start breaking down on me.             &lt;br /&gt;Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down.             &lt;br /&gt;Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby,             &lt;br /&gt;gonna make you lose your mind. &lt;/p&gt; 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Mira aquel hombre trabajando, Trabajando, Si (Todo se aproxima) &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;(Todo se aproxima) Levantaremos el pie del acelerador, si.            &lt;br /&gt;(Todo se aproxima) Destrozaremos otra botella, si             &lt;br /&gt;(Todo se aproxima) &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Necesito un tiro de salvación, nena, de vez en cuando            &lt;br /&gt;Oyes las denuncias de abusos, Las oyes a lo largo de mil millas &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;(Todo se aproxima) Levantaremos el pie del acelerador, si.            &lt;br /&gt;(Todo se aproxima) Destrozaremos otra botella, si             &lt;br /&gt;Bueno, no puedes decir que si pero tampoco dices que no             &lt;br /&gt;solo estas ahí cuando el silbato suena             &lt;br /&gt;Necesito una chica santificada con mente santificada que me ayude ahora &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Se mi nenita por un tiempo            &lt;br /&gt;No te gustaría ser mi nenita por un tiempo?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;All Down the Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Yeah, heard the diesel drumming all down the line.            &lt;br /&gt;Oh, heard the wires a humming all down the line.             &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hear the women sighing all down the line.             &lt;br /&gt;Oh, hear the children crying all down the line. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;(All down the line) We'll be watching out for trouble, yeah.            &lt;br /&gt;(All down the line) And we'd better keep the motor running, yeah.             &lt;br /&gt;(All down the line) Well, you can't say yes and you can't say no,             &lt;br /&gt;just be right there when the whistle blows.             &lt;br /&gt;I need a sanctified girl with a sanctified mind to help me now. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Yeah, all the people singing all down the line.            &lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, watch the men all working, working, yeah. (All down the line) &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;(All down the line) We're gonna open up the throttle yeah.            &lt;br /&gt;(All down the line) We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.             &lt;br /&gt;(All down the line) &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I need a shot of salvation, baby, once in a while.            &lt;br /&gt;Hear the whistle blowing, hear it for a thousand miles. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;(All down the line) We're gonna open up the throttle, yeah.            &lt;br /&gt;All down the line, We're gonna bust another bottle, yeah.             &lt;br /&gt;Well you can't say yes, and you can't say no,             &lt;br /&gt;just be right there when the whistle blows.             &lt;br /&gt;I need a sanctified mind to help me out right now. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Be my little baby for a while.            &lt;br /&gt;Won't you be my little baby for a while? &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt;  &lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style" expr:addthis:url="data:post.url" expr:addthis:title="data:post.title" services="[object Object]"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style" expr:addthis:url="data:post.url" expr:addthis:title="data:post.title" services="[object Object]"&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_facebook at300b" title="Send to Facebook" href="//www.addthis.com/bookmark.php?pub=julicoyo&amp;amp;v=250&amp;amp;source=tbx-250&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;amp;s=facebook&amp;amp;url=file%3A%2F%2F%2FC%3A%2FDocuments%2520and%2520Settings%2FUsuario%2FConfiguraci%C3%B3n%2520local%2FTemp%2FWindowsLiveWriter-1385793485%2F2B557ABB90AC%2Findex.htm&amp;amp;title=&amp;amp;content=&amp;amp;lng=es" target="_blank" conf="[object Object]" share="[object Object]" at_titled="1" ost="1"&gt;&lt;span class="at300bs at15t_facebook"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_email at300b" title="Email" conf="[object Object]" share="[object Object]" at_titled="1" ost="1"&gt;&lt;span class="at300bs at15t_email"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_favorites at300b" title="Save to Favorites" conf="[object Object]" share="[object Object]" at_titled="1" ost="1"&gt;&lt;span class="at300bs at15t_favorites"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="addthis_button_print at300b" title="Print" conf="[object Object]" share="[object Object]" at_titled="1" ost="1"&gt;&lt;span class="at300bs at15t_print"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="addthis_separator"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="addthis_button_expanded at300m" title="View more services" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&amp;amp;pub=julicoyo" conf="[object Object]" share="[object Object]" at_titled="1" ost="1"&gt;&lt;span class="at300bs at15t_expanded"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;div class="atclear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#pub=julicoyo"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-1168951345108286446?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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            &lt;br /&gt;Que vas hacer al respecto, Que vas hacer?             &lt;br /&gt;Vas a luchar?, vas a luchar?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ventilator Blues&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,            &lt;br /&gt;heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.             &lt;br /&gt;Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,             &lt;br /&gt;you feel like murder in the first degree.             &lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody slowing down no way,             &lt;br /&gt;ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,             &lt;br /&gt;don't matter where you are,             &lt;br /&gt;ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.             &lt;br /&gt;When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,             &lt;br /&gt;your code of living is your gun in hand.             &lt;br /&gt;We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,             &lt;br /&gt;messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.             &lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody walking 'round,             &lt;br /&gt;ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.             &lt;br /&gt;Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna             &lt;br /&gt;need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.             &lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?             &lt;br /&gt;What you conna do about it, what you gonna do?             &lt;br /&gt;Gonna fight it, gonna fight it&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-8075164791263384869?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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         &lt;p&gt;Dame un pequeño sorbo de tu copa de amor            &lt;br /&gt;solo un sorbo y caeré borracho &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;siento tanta sencillez contigo esta noche            &lt;br /&gt;sentado frente al fuego             &lt;br /&gt;ver tu cara bailando entre las llamas             &lt;br /&gt;Sentir tu boca besándome otra vez             &lt;br /&gt;Que hermoso sonido,Que hermoso sonido,             &lt;br /&gt;Que hermoso sonido,Que hermoso sonido,             &lt;br /&gt;Que hermoso sonido. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Si, soy una persona sencilla y mis camisas están todas rotas            &lt;br /&gt;pero me encantaría que compartiéramos nuestros secretos hasta el amanecer &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Dame un pequeño sorbo de tu copa de amor            &lt;br /&gt;solo un sorbo y caeré borracho&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loving Cup&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;I'm the man on the mountain, come on up            &lt;br /&gt;I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud             &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start             &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Give me little drink from your loving cup            &lt;br /&gt;Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun            &lt;br /&gt;I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none             &lt;br /&gt;Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight you             &lt;br /&gt;if you want to push and pull with me all night &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Give me little drink from you loving cup            &lt;br /&gt;Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I feel so humble with you tonight,            &lt;br /&gt;just sitting in front of the fire             &lt;br /&gt;See your face dancing in the flame,             &lt;br /&gt;feel your mouth kissing me again,             &lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz,             &lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz             &lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn,            &lt;br /&gt;but I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Give me little drink from you loving cup            &lt;br /&gt;Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-7346103966893630047?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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           &lt;br /&gt;Ella cuenta los minutos,            &lt;br /&gt;ella cuenta los días,            &lt;br /&gt;Es un dulce ángel negro, Woh,            &lt;br /&gt;No es una dulce esclava negra.            &lt;br /&gt;Diez negritos            &lt;br /&gt;sentados en la pared,            &lt;br /&gt;sus hermanos van cayendo            &lt;br /&gt;Cayendo uno a uno            &lt;br /&gt;Por asesinar a un juez            &lt;br /&gt;en el tribunal de justicia            &lt;br /&gt;Ahora el juez la sentencia            &lt;br /&gt;por el completo de su valor            &lt;br /&gt;bueno,es una chica en peligro            &lt;br /&gt;esta encadenada            &lt;br /&gt;pero no se deja vencer            &lt;br /&gt;Tomarías su lugar?            &lt;br /&gt;Ella cuenta los minutos,            &lt;br /&gt;ella cuenta los días,            &lt;br /&gt;Ella es un dulce ángel negro            &lt;br /&gt;No es una maestra de las armas            &lt;br /&gt;Ni tampoco una madre amante de los comunistas            &lt;br /&gt;Nadie la liberara?            &lt;br /&gt;Liberen a la dulce esclava negra,            &lt;br /&gt;Liberen a la dulce esclava negra.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sweet Black Angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Got a sweet black angel,            &lt;br /&gt;got a pin up girl,             &lt;br /&gt;got a sweet black angel,             &lt;br /&gt;up upon my wall.             &lt;br /&gt;Well, she ain't no singer             &lt;br /&gt;and she ain't no star,             &lt;br /&gt;but she sure talk good,             &lt;br /&gt;and she move so fast.             &lt;br /&gt;But the gal in danger,             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, de gal in chains,             &lt;br /&gt;but she keep on pushin',             &lt;br /&gt;would ya take her place?             &lt;br /&gt;She countin' up de minutes,             &lt;br /&gt;she countin' up de days,             &lt;br /&gt;She's a sweet black angel, woh,             &lt;br /&gt;not a sweet black slave.             &lt;br /&gt;Ten little niggers             &lt;br /&gt;sittin' on de wall,             &lt;br /&gt;her borthers been a fallin',             &lt;br /&gt;fallin' one by one.             &lt;br /&gt;For a judges murder             &lt;br /&gt;in a judges court,             &lt;br /&gt;now de judge he gonna judge her             &lt;br /&gt;for all dat he's worth.             &lt;br /&gt;Well de gal in danger,             &lt;br /&gt;de gal in chains,             &lt;br /&gt;but she keep on pushin'             &lt;br /&gt;would you do the same?             &lt;br /&gt;She countin' up de minutes,             &lt;br /&gt;she countin' up de days,             &lt;br /&gt;she's a sweet black angel,             &lt;br /&gt;not a gun toting teacher,             &lt;br /&gt;not a Red lovin' school mom,             &lt;br /&gt;ain't someone gonna free her,             &lt;br /&gt;free de sweet black slave,             &lt;br /&gt;free de sweet black slave&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-4784235605453084630?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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         &lt;p&gt;Y su abrigo esta roto y deshilachado            &lt;br /&gt;a visto mejores días             &lt;br /&gt;Mientras la guitarra suene             &lt;br /&gt;deja que te robe tu corazón             &lt;br /&gt;deja que te robe tu corazón &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;joe´s tiene tos, suena algo rasposo            &lt;br /&gt;si, y la codeína lo soluciona             &lt;br /&gt;el doctor la receta, la farmacia la vende             &lt;br /&gt;quien le ayudara a conseguirla? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;su abrigo esta roto y deshilachado            &lt;br /&gt;a visto mejores días             &lt;br /&gt;Mientras la guitarra suene             &lt;br /&gt;deja que te robe tu corazón             &lt;br /&gt;deja que te robe tu corazón&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Torn and Frayed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Hey let him follow you down,            &lt;br /&gt;way underground wind and he's bound.             &lt;br /&gt;Bound to follow you down,             &lt;br /&gt;just a dead beat right off the street.             &lt;br /&gt;Bound to follow you down.             &lt;br /&gt;Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos             &lt;br /&gt;and dressing rooms filled with parasites.             &lt;br /&gt;On stage the band has got problems,             &lt;br /&gt;they're a bag of nerves on first nights.             &lt;br /&gt;He ain't tied down to no home town,             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, and he thought he was wreckless.             &lt;br /&gt;You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad,             &lt;br /&gt;yeah, and the guitar player gets restless. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;And his coat is torn and frayed,            &lt;br /&gt;it's seen much better days.             &lt;br /&gt;Just as long as the guitar plays             &lt;br /&gt;let it steal your heart away,             &lt;br /&gt;let it steal your heart away. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough,            &lt;br /&gt;yeah, and the codeine to fix it.             &lt;br /&gt;Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies,             &lt;br /&gt;who's gonna help him to kick it? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Well his coat is torn and frayed,            &lt;br /&gt;it`s seen much better days.             &lt;br /&gt;Just as long as the guitar plays             &lt;br /&gt;let it steal your heart away,             &lt;br /&gt;let it steal your heart away&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525010595349496031-4422216156104904731?l=stones-traducido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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