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!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English

!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition

Thursday, July 14, 2011

LEARNING GRAMMAR WITH IN THE GHETTO BY ELVIS PRESLEY. READING LYRICS AND LISTENING.



AS THE SNOW FLIES
ON A COLD AND GRAY CHICAGO MORNING’
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
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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 MORNING’,
ANOTHER LITTLE BABY CHILD IS BORN
IN THE GHETTO

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