Classic pop |
Para bailar La Bamba, para bailar La Bamba
se necesita una poca de
gracia, una poca de gracia
para mi para ti y'ariba y'ariba
Y'ariba
y'ariba, por ti sere, por ti ere.
Yo no soy marinero, yo no soy marinero
Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba
bamba...
There is a house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
It's been
the ruin of many a poor girl,
oh God I know I'm one
Go tell your baby sister
not to do what I have done
Shun that house
in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
If I had listened to what my mama said,
I had been at home today
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
let a rambler lead me astray
My mother she's a tailor
She sewed those new blue jeans
My sweetheart
he's a gambler
Oh Lord, down in New Orleans
Well the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the
only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a run
Fills his glasses to the brim
and passes them around
The only
pleasure he gets out of life
is rambling from town to town.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
Had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway,
I heard the mission bell,
And I was
thinking to myself,
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she
lit up a candle and she showed me the way,
There were voices down the
corridor,
thought I heard them say:
Welcome to the Hotel California,
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find
her here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
She got the Mercedez Benz
She got a lot
of pretty pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the
courtyard,
sweet summer sweat,
Some dance to remember, some dance to
forget
So I called up the Captain: Please bring me some wine
He said we haven't
had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices were calling from far
away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say:
Welcome to the Hotel California,
such a lovely place, such a lovely face
They're living up in the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring
your alibis,
Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice,
She said `We are just
prisoners here
of our own device'.
And in the master's chambers
they
gathered for the beast
They stab it with their steely knives
but they
just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
Had to find the passage
back to the place I was before
`Relax' said the doorman,
`We are
programmed to receive,
You can check out any time you like
but you can
never leave...'
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellery store
Buys a twenty carat golden
ring
Takes it back to Molly, waiting at the door,
and as he gives it to
her she begins to sing
Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da, life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on (x2)
In a couple of years they have built
a home sweet home
With a couple
of kids running in the yard
of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a
hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
and in the evening
she's a singer with the band
Well Joanna she runs a country
She runs in Durban and Transvaal
She
makes a few of her people happy
She don't care about the rest at all.
She got a system they call apartheid
it keeps a brother in subjection
But maybe pressure will make Joanna see
how everybody can live as
one
Gimme hope, Joanna, hope Joanna
Gimme hope, Joanna, for the morning comes
Gimme hope, Joanna, hope Joanna
hope before the mourning comes
I hear she makes all the golden money
to buy new weapons in the shape of
guns
while every mother in black Soweto
fears the killing of another
son
Sneaking across all the neighbours borders
Now and then having a little
fun
She doesn't care if the fun games she play
is dangerous for
everyone
Gimme hope Joanna...
She's got supporters in high places
who turn their heads to the city sun
Joanna give them the fancy money
to tempt anyone who'd come
She even
knows how to swing opinion
in every magazine and the journals
For every
bad move that this Joanna makes
they got a good explanation
Gimme hope Joanna...
Even the preacher who works for Jesus
The archbishop who's a peaceful man
together say that the freedom fighters
will overcome the very
strong.
I wanna know if you're blind Joanna
if you want to hear the sound of
drums
Can't you see that the tide is turning
Don't make we wait till the
mourning comes
Gimme hope Joanna...