Monday, March 28, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother (The Hollies)
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
(The Hollies)
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother…
Monday, March 21, 2016
The Four Seasons Song
We sing of the four seasons:
chilly winter, ice and snow,
lovely springtime blossoms,
the summer sun’s warm glow.
When leaves are turning color,
we know that it is fall.
We sing of the four seasons
and look forward to them all.
Winter is the coldest season.
Feel the north wind blow.
You wear your mittens, hat, and boots
when playing in the snow.
But there are many places
where winter’s not so cold,
like Phoenix, Arizona
and Florida, I’m told.
After winter comes the spring,
and sunshine warms the air.
The buds on trees and flowers bloom
with color everywhere!
In spring, rain showers wet the earth
and melt the ice and snow.
Leaves and grass turn green again
and things begin to grow.
We sing of the four seasons:
chilly winter, ice and snow,
lovely springtime blossoms,
the summer sun’s warm glow.
When leaves are turning color,
we know that it is fall.
We sing of the four seasons
and look forward to them all.
Then comes summer, sunny summer.
Outside you will play
sandy beaches, parks, and pools
to go to every day!
You can make a lemonade stand
a quarter for a cup.
The summer sun is oh-so-hot,
and thirsty friends will drink it up.
When the summer season’s over,
then fall puts on a show.
The trees turn yellow, red, and brown,
and gusty winds will blow.
The autumn leaves go swirling
as they drop without a sound,
and soon a leafy blanket
is covering the ground.
At the very end of fall,
winter starts, and then
spring and summer come and go.
The cycle starts again!
We sing of the four seasons:
chilly winter, ice and snow,
lovely springtime blossoms,
the summer sun’s warm glow.
When leaves are turning color,
we know that it is fall.
We sing of the four seasons
and look forward to them all.
Friday, March 18, 2016
Me and Mrs. Jones (Billy Paul / Michael Bublé)
Me and Mrs. Jones
(Billy Paul / Michael Bublé)
Me and Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We meet every day at the same café
6:30 and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We gotta be extra careful
That we don't build our hopes up too high
'Cause she's got her own obligations
And so do I
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
And now she'll go her way and I'll go mine
But tomorrow we'll meet at the same place, the same time
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
(Same place)
We both know that it's wrong
(Same time)
Every day at the same café
(Same place)
We got a thing going on
you know it's wrong
(Same time)
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Friday, March 11, 2016
In The Ghetto (Elvis Presley)
Here's a great song to practice the Present Simple:
In The Ghetto (Elvis Presley)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don’t need*
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don’t you understand?
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way?
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don’t get* far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
*Correct forms:
She doesn't need
He doesn't get
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