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El disco de la semana Elvis Presley Lp: Elvis Presley 55

Elvis Presley
Lp: Elvis Presley 55

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Heartbreak Hotel


Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Where I'll be--where I get so lonely, baby
Well, I'm so lonely
I get so lonely, I could die

Although it's always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers
To cry there in the gloom
And be so, where they'll be so lonely, baby
Well, they're so lonely
They'll be so lonely, they could die

Well, the bellhop's tears keep flowin'
And the desk clerk's dressed in black
Well, they've been so long on Lonely Street
Well, they'll never, they'll never get back
And they'll be so, where they'll be so lonely, baby
Well, they're so lonely
They'll be so lonely, they could die

Well now, if your baby leaves you
And you have a sad tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street
To Heartbreak Hotel
And you will be, you will be, you will be lonely, baby
You'll be so lonely
You'll be so lonely, you could die

Well, though it's always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken-hearted lovers
To cry there in the gloom
And they'll be so, they'll be so lonely, baby
They'll be so lonely
They'll be so lonely, they could die
Autor:
COOLEY, EDDIE J. / DAVENPORT, JOHN
Copyright:


Long Tall Sally


Gonna tell aunt mary 'bout uncle john
He says he has the blues but
He has a lotta fun
Oh baby, yes baby, whoo-oo-oo-oo baby
Havin' some fun tonight yeah well!

Long tall sally has a lot on the ball
And nobody cares if she's long and tall
Oh baby, yes baby, whoo-oo-oo-oo baby,
I'm having me some fun tonight

Well, i saw uncle john
With long tall sally
He saw aunt Mary comin'
And he ducked back in the alley
Oh baby, yes baby, whoo-oo-oo-oo baby
I'm havin' some fun tonight

We've gonna have some fun tonight
Gonna have some fun tonight
We're gonna have some fun tonight
Everything will be all right
We're gonna have some fun
Gonna have some fun tonight
Autor:
DUNCAN, JIMMY (USA
Copyright:
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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I Was The One


I was the one who taught her to kiss
The way that she kisses you now
And you know the way she touches your cheek
Well, I taught her how

I was the one who taught her to cry
When she wants you under her spell
The sight of her tears drives you out of your mind
I taught her so well

And then one day
I had my love as perfect as could be
She lived, she loved, she laughed, she cried
And it was all for me

I'll never know who taught her to lie
Now that it's over and done
Who learned the lesson when she broke my heart?
I was the one

And then one day
I had my love as perfect as could be
She lived, she loved, she laughed, she cried
And it was all for me

I'll never know who taught her to lie
Now that it's over and done
Who learned the lesson when she broke my heart?
I was the one
Autor:
PEPPERS, BILL / BLAIR, HAL / DE METRUIS, CLAUDE / SCHROEDER, AARON
Copyright:
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

Money Honey


You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind.
He said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.

Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said I'd like to know what you want with me.
I said,

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.

Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day our romance is through
I said tell me baby face to face
How could another man take my place

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want

Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.
Autor:
FAULKNER, ERIC
Copyright:


I Got A Woman


Well, I've got a woman
Way cross town
She's good to me oh, yeah
Say. I've got a woman
Way cross town
She's good to me oh, yeah

She's here in the morning
Loving me
Yeah, she's a kind of friend to me

She says she love me early in the morning
Just for me
Oh, yeah you know she loves me
Oh, naturally

She's there to love me both day and night
No groans or fusses, treats me right
Never running in the street
Loving me alone
She knows a woman's place is around home at night

Well, she's my baby
And I'm her loving man
Autor:
CHARLES, RAY / RICHARD, RENALD J.
Copyright:
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Blue Suede Shoes


Well, it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, cat, go

But don't you
Step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, you can knock me down
Step in my face
Slander my name
All over the place

Do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh, honey
Lay off of my shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes

Let's go, cat!
Ah, walk the dog

You can burn my house
Steal my car
Drink my liquor
From an old fruit jar

Do anything that you want to do
But uh-uh, honey
Lay off of my shoes
And don't you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes

Ah, get
Yeah

Well, it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, go, go!

But don't you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, it's
Blue, blue
Blue suede shoes
Blue, blue
Blue suede shoes, yeah!
Blue, blue
Blue, suede shoes, baby
Blue, blue
Blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes!
Autor:
LEIBER, JERRY / STOLLER, MIKE
Copyright:


Hound Dog


You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine

Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine

Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine

Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Ya know they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit you ain't no friend of mine
Autor:
POMUS, DOC / SHUMAN, MORT
Copyright:

That's Alright Mama


Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

Mama she done told me
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with
She ain't no good for you
But, that's all right, that's all right
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
Autor:
CRUDUP, ARTHUR
Copyright:
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Blue Moon Of Kentucky


Blue moon
Blue moon
Blue moon, keep a-shinin' bright
Blue moon, keep on a-shinin' bright
You're gonna bring-a me back-a my baby tonight
Blue moon, keep a-shinin' bright

Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'
Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue
I said, blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'
Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue
A-well-a, it was on one moonlight night
Stars shinin' bright
Whispered on high
Love's said goodbye
Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'
Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue

Well I said, blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'
Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue
I said, blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'
Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue

A-well-a, it was on one moonlight night
Stars shinin' bright
Whispered on high
Love's said goodbye
Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'
Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue
Autor:
BENJAMIN, BENNIE / WEISS, GEORGE DAVID
Copyright:
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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I Got A Woman


Well, I've got a woman
Way cross town
She's good to me oh, yeah
Say. I've got a woman
Way cross town
She's good to me oh, yeah

She's here in the morning
Loving me
Yeah, she's a kind of friend to me

She says she love me early in the morning
Just for me
Oh, yeah you know she loves me
Oh, naturally

She's there to love me both day and night
No groans or fusses, treats me right
Never running in the street
Loving me alone
She knows a woman's place is around home at night

Well, she's my baby
And I'm her loving man
Autor:
CHARLES, RAY / RICHARD, RENALD J.
Copyright:
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Tweedle Dee


Tweedle tweedle tweedle dee
I'm as happy as can be
Jimminy cricket, jimminy jack
You make my heart go clickety-clack
Tweedle tweedle tweedle dee

Tweedle dumb, tweedle do
Give it up give it up
Give your love to me
Tweedle do, tweedle dee

Tweedle tweedle tweedle dee
I'm a lucky so-and-so
Mercy, mercy, who needs you?
I'm gonna keep my eyes on you
Tweedle tweedle tweedle dee
Oh, tweedle dee, tweedle do
Autor:
COREA, CHICK
Copyright:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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