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Try to still alive until i heard your voice, i'm gonna lose my mind...








It's peanut butter jelly time!!!!!!

Just for you
just for you

Primero me presento, me llaman Fat E, ese gordo borracho que ven por ahí

Falsas palabras
falsa moral

mas cerveza para la cabeza, mas cerveza para la cabeza , mas cerveza para la cabeza y el dolor.!

New York, New York...
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it,
New York, New York...
I wanna wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill,
Top of the heap...
My little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it,
In old New York...
If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you,
New York, New York...
New York, New York...
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I'm A-number-one,
Top of the heap,
King of the hill,
A-number-one...
These little town blues
They are melting away
I'm gonna make
A brand new start of it
In old New York
A-a-a-nd if I can make it there,
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you,
New York, New York...
New York...

]Cuentan que lo primero que pidió el Papa Benedicto cuando visitó Turquía el 2006 fue que lo llevaran al estadio Ataturk"¿Por qué quiere visitar el estadio, Su Santidad?", le preguntaron. Sin inmutarse, el Sumo Ponmtífice respondió: "Porque quiero conocer el lugar donde ocurrió el Milagro de Estambu

No es muy claro el cielo
y está cerca este desierto
no hay amor en el diario de hoy

y toseeeeeeeee
y toseeeeeeeee
y toseeeeeeeee

y exputar

y toseeeeeer
y todseeeeeee
y toseeeeeee

y Flipar

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption,
I planned each charted course,
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...
Yes, there were times,
I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off
More than I could chew
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way...
I've loved, I laughed and cried
I had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, Oh no not me,
I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way...
Yes, it was my way...

]Cuentan que lo primero que pidió el Papa Benedicto cuando visitó Turquía el 2006 fue que lo llevaran al estadio Ataturk"¿Por qué quiere visitar el estadio, Su Santidad?", le preguntaron. Sin inmutarse, el Sumo Ponmtífice respondió: "Porque quiero conocer el lugar donde ocurrió el Milagro de Estambu

De que callada manera se me adentra usted sonriendo