spro che abbiano messo anche "bongo bongo bongo io sto bene solo in congo non mi muovo, no no"Mercury ha scritto:il magazine del Corsera ha pensato bene di fare un articolo sui "tormentoni" estivi degli anni '60...
tra strofe imbarazzanti come "Mi sono innamorato di Marina, una ragazza mora ma carina" e "Siamo i watussi gli altissimi negri"-che probabilmente abbiamo cantato tutti sul pullman alla gita delle elementari
BTW la mia mattina è cominciata così:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmVFnhO3A98
Elvis Presley
In the ghetto
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 theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell 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 dont 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
così mi mette qualche brivido per sopportare meglio l'afa 
