Calientame La Sopa Con Un Hueso - Chico Trujillo
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Lyrics " Calientame La Sopa Con Un Hueso "
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Calientame La Sopa Con Un Hueso
Chico Trujillo
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Mi Abuela me decia que cantaba todo el dia
En la maana siempre hueviava la gallina
Conmigo repetia que la vida es pura vida
Que habia que jugarla que habia que sentirla
Me gustan los completos no los atravesaos
Los cabros con sus gestos los santos gestionados
Los bares con sus viejos las viejas sin sus cuentos
La infancia es nuestra patria repetia don pedro
Calintame la sopa con un hueso
Y vamos a bailar un beso a beso
La mona que me pille un poco tieso
Si no tengo lechuga fumo de eso
Matilde hay noticia de los presos
Semanas y semanas que estan lejos
Joselo que paso con la sin hueso
No pongas a trujillo que son huecos
Mi Abuela me decia que cantaba todo el dia
En la maana siempre hueviava la gallina
Conmigo repetia que la vida es pura vida
Que habia que jugarla que habia que sentirla
Me gustan los completos no los atravesaos
Los cabros con sus gestos los santos gestionados
Los bares con sus viejos las viejas con sus cuentos
La infancia es nuestra patria repetia don pedro
Calintame la sopa con un hueso
Y vamos a bailar un beso a beso
La mona que me pille un poco tieso
Si no tengo lechuga fumo de eso
Matilde hay noticia de los presos
Semanas y semanas que estan lejos
Joselo que paso con la sin hueso
No pongas a trujillo que son huecos
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My grandmother told me that she sang all day
In the morning the hen always spawned
With me he repeated that life is pure life
That you had to play it, that you had to feel it
I like the complete ones, not the cross ones
The goats with their gestures the saints managed
The bars with their old men, the old women without their stories
Childhood is our homeland repeated Don Pedro
Heat my soup with a bone
And we're going to dance kiss by kiss
The monkey that catches me a little stiff
If I don't have lettuce I smoke that
Matilde there is news of the prisoners
Weeks and weeks that are away
Joselo what happened to the boneless
Don't put Trujillo, they are hollow
My grandmother told me that she sang all day
In the morning the hen always spawned
With me he repeated that life is pure life
That you had to play it, that you had to feel it
I like the complete ones, not the cross ones
The goats with their gestures the saints managed
The bars with their old men, the old women with their stories
Childhood is our homeland repeated Don Pedro
Heat my soup with a bone
And we're going to dance kiss by kiss
The monkey that catches me a little stiff
If I don't have lettuce I smoke that
Matilde there is news of the prisoners
Weeks and weeks that are away
Joselo what happened to the boneless
Don't put Trujillo, they are hollow
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