De colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores



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DE COLORES

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 arco iris que vemos lucir.


Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores


me gustan a mí.


Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores

me gustan a mí.




I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing

I'd like to build the world a home


And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow-white turtle doves

I'd like to teach the world to sing


In perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms
And keep it company

That's the song I hear


Let the world sing today

A song of peace that echoes on

And never goes away

I'd like to see the world for once


All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills
For peace throughout the land

That's the song I hear


Let the world sing today

A song of peace that echoes on

And Never goes away.

And never goes away

La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necessita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, arriba
Ay, arriba ay arriba
Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere

Yo no soy marinero


Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan
Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba,

bamba, bam

Para bailar La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necessita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, arriba

Ay, arriba ay arriba


Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan
Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba Bamba, bamba,

Bamba, bamba, Bamba bamba Bamba bamba

Bamba bamba Bamba bamba

This Land Is Your Land


Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

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 land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,


I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.

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 land was made for you and Me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps


To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.

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 land was made for you and Me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,


And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

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 land was made for you and Me.







Fifty Nifty United States
Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies;
Fifty nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautifully in the breeze.
Each individual state contributes a quality that is great.
Each individual state deserves a bow, we salute them now.

Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies,


Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to every state in the U.S.A.

Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut;


Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana;
Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan;
Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada;
New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina,
North Dakota, Ohio;
Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas;
Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming.

North, south, east, west, in our calm, objective opinion,


NEVADA is the best of the
Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to every state in the good old U. S. A.

America

My country,' tis of thee,

sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;

land where my fathers died,

land of the pilgrims' pride,



from every mountainside let freedom ring!


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