The Boss...

Gracias a Carita, llevo toda la pùta mañana cantando está rolita. Seguro que me seguiré de largo todo el día...

Dancing in the Dark

I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer
Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I want to change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
Baby I just know that there is
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You sit around getting older
There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on baby this laugh's on me
Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now baby gimme just one look
You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Hey baby...

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Pero tú, recatada y casta, no se lo distess, ¿verdad?

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Pues sí, ahora que fui y miré de nuevo su video, dije, anda, que ese cabrøn sí estaba bonito, pero lo que me sorprendió ahora es lo JOVEN que se ve. Cuando yo era adolescente lo miraba mayor y ahora me parece un chamaco...

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¡Ajà! Con mi cabello largo y todo. Ya ni John ni yo soplamos, pero ahí trato de no faltar cuando anda de gira por mi rancho.

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Yo solía pensar igual pero ahora ya no me quedó otra:

50 no son lo mismo que 25.

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My Hometown

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand

Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man

I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town

He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around

This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown

In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white

There was nothing you could do

Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun

Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
To my hometown

My hometown
My hometown
My hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores

Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more

They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks

Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back

To your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown
Your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
Talking about getting out

Packing up our bags maybe heading south

I'm thirty five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around

This is your hometown...

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