Chorus: Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo Once upon a time there was a little boy who played the ukelele. He'd go around town
De colores, de colores se visten los campos en la primavera De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera De colores, de colores es el
Woke up this morning with my head in my hand Come on, children, come on The snow was falling all over the land Come on, children, come on I don't know
We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all Every rung goes higher and higher
Mooses come walking over the hill Mooses come walking, they rarely stand still When mooses come walking they go where they will When mooses come walking
One day, one day, Sir I was walking along I heard that special Singing a lonesome song Chorus: Oh, let the Midnight Special Shine her light on me Let
(This song simply says) I only ask of God He not let me be indifferent to the suffering Solo le pido a Dios Que el dolor no me sea indiferente Que la
Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This
When something in my history is found Which contradicts the views that I propound Or shows that I perhaps am not the guy I claim to be Here's what I
When I was younger She'd come to me in dreams Her face was hidden In the mountain streams Her voice disguised As the sound of the wind The rustling of
Halfway around the world tonight In a strange and foreign land A soldier packs his memories As he leaves Afghanistan And back home they don't know too
If I had a hammer I'd hammer in the morning I'd hammer in the evening All over this land I'd hammer out danger I'd hammer out a warning I'd hammer out
Chorus: Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see Twas grace that taught
Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crecen las palmas Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crecen las palmas Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del
people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain
in And the sands will roll Out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a'touchin' And the ship's wise men Will remind you once again That the whole
