Frank Sinatra Letras

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Let It Snow Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow It doesn't show signs of stopping And I brought some corn for popping The lights are turned down low Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow When we finally kiss good-night How I'll hate going out in the storm But if you really hold me tight All the way home I'll be warm The fire is slowly dying And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing But as long as you love me so Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow When we finally kiss good-night How I'll hate going out in the storm But if you really hold me tight All the way home I'll be warm The fire is slowly dying And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing But as long as you love me so Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

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Let It SnowOh, the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd since we've no place to goLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It doesn't show signs of stoppingAnd I brought some corn for poppingThe lights are turned down lowLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally kiss good-nightHow I'll hate going out in the stormBut if you really hold me tightAll the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dyingAnd, my dear, we're still good-bye-ingBut as long as you love me soLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally kiss good-nightHow I'll hate going out in the stormBut if you really hold me tightAll the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dyingAnd, my dear, we're still good-bye-ingBut as long as you love me soLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow

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I Love You, BabyYou're just too good to be trueI can't take my eyes off of youYou'd be like heaven to touchOh, I wanna hold you so muchAt long last love has arrivedAnd I thank God I'm aliveYou're just too good to be trueI can't take my eyes off of you

I love you, baby, And if it’s quite alright,I need you, baby, To warm a lonely night.I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say:Oh, pretty baby, Don’t bring me down, I pray.Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stayAnd let me love you, baby.Let me love you.

You're just too good to be trueI can't take my eyes off of youYou'd be like heaven to touchOh, I wanna hold you so muchAt long last love has arrivedAnd I thank God I'm aliveYou're just too good to be trueI can't take my eyes off of you

I love you, baby, And if it’s quite alright,I need you, baby, To warm a lonely night.I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say:Oh, pretty baby, Don’t bring me down, I pray.Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stayAnd let me love you, baby.Let me love you.

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I love you, baby, And if it’s quite alright,I need you, baby, To warm a lonely night.I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say:Oh, pretty baby, Don’t bring me down, I pray.Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stayAnd let me love you, baby.Let me love you.

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Strangers in the nightStrangers in the night exchanging glancesWond'ring in the nightWhat were the chances we'd be sharing loveBefore the night was through.

Something in your eyes was so inviting,Something in you smile was so exciting,Something in my heart,Told me I must have you.

Strangers in the night, two lonely peopleWe were strangers in the nightUp to the momentWhen we said our first hello.Little did we knowLove was just a glance away,A warm embracing dance away and -

Ever since that night we've been together.Lovers at first sight, in love forever.It turned out so right,For strangers in the night.

Do Be Do Be Do Da Da Da

New York, New YorkStart spreading the news, I'm leaving todayI want to be a part of it - New York, New YorkThese vagabond shoes, are longing to strayRight through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn't sleepAnd find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting awayI'll make a brand new start of it - in old New YorkIf I can make it there, I'll make it anywhereIt's up to you - New York, New York

New York, New YorkI want to wake up in a city, that never sleepsAnd find I'm a number one top of the list, king of the hillA number one

These little town blues, are melting awayI'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New YorkAnd if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere

It up to you - New York, New York

New York

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What a wonderful world Louis Armstrong & Frank Sinatra

I see trees of green........ red roses tooI see em bloom..... for me and for youAnd I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue..... clouds of whiteBright blessed days....dark sacred nightsAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the skyAre also on the faces.....of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you doThey're really sayin......I love you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them growThey'll learn much more.....than I'll never knowAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

(instrumental break)

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the skyAre there on the faces.....of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you doThey're really sayin...*spoken*(I ....love....you).

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow*spoken*(you know their gonna learnA whole lot more than I'll never know)And I think to myself .....what a wonderful worldYes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.

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My WayAnd now, the end is near,And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I'll say it clearI'll state my case of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full -I've travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this,I did it my way.

Regrets? I've had a few,But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to doAnd saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -Each careful step along the byway,And more, much more than this,I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tallAnd did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,I've had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside,I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,And may I say, not in a shy way -Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feelsAnd not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blowsAnd did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

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Killing Me Softly With Her Song

I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.And so I came to see her and listen for a while.And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with her fingers,singing my life with her words,killing me softly with her song,killing me softly with her song,telling my whole life with her words,killing me softly with her song

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud.I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with her fingers,singing my life with her words,killing me softly with her song,killing me softly with her song,telling my whole life with her words,killing me softly with her song

She sang as if he knew me in all my dark despairand then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.But she just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with her fingers,singing my life with her words,killing me softly with her song,killing me softly with her song,telling my whole life with her words,killing me softly with her song.

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L. O. V. E.

L is for the way you look at meO is for the only one I seeV is very, very extraordinaryE is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to youLove is more than just a game for twoTwo in love can make itTake my heart and please don't break itLove was made for me and you

L is for the way you look at meO is for the only one I seeV is very, very extraordinaryE is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to youLove is more than just a game for twoTwo in love can make itTake my heart and please don't break itLove was made for me and youLove was made for me and youLove was made for me and you.

Something Stupid

I know I stand in line until you thinkYou have the time to spend an evening with meAnd if we go someplace to danceI know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with meAnd afterwards we drop into a quiet little placeAnd have a drink or twoAnd then I go and spoil it all by sayingSomething stupid like I love you

I can see it in your eyes that you despiseThe same old lines you heard the night beforeAnd though it's just a line to you for me it's trueAnd never seemed so right before

I practice everyday to find some clever linesTo say to make the meaning come trueBut then I think I'll wait until the evening gets lateAnd I'm alone with youThe time is right your perfume fills my headThe stars get red and on the nights so blueAnd then I go and spoil it all by sayingSomething stupid like I love you.

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Fly Me To The Moon

Fly me to the MoonLet me sing among those starsLet me see what spring is likeOn Jupiter and MarsIn other words, hold my handIn other words, baby kiss meFill my heart with songLet me sing for ever moreYou are all I long forAll I worship and adoreIn other words, please be trueIn other words, I love you.

Moon River

Moon river, wider than a mileI'm crossin' you in style some dayOld dream maker, you heartbreakerWherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the worldThere's such a lot of world to seeWe're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bendMy huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me

(instrumental-first verse)

Two drifters, off to see the worldThere's such a lot of world to seeWe're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bendMy huckleberry friend, Moon River, and me.

I Wish You A Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Good tidings we bring to you and your kin; Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Oh, bring us a figgy pudding; Oh, bring us a figgy pudding; Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheerWe won't go until we get some; We won't go until we get some; We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here

We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry Christmas; We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

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Magic, moments

Magic, moments, When two hearts are carin’, Magic, moments, Memories we’ve been sharin’ . . .

I’ll never forget the moment we kissed, The night of the hayride, The way that we hugged to try to keep warm, While takin' a sleigh ride.

Magic, moments, Memories we’ve been sharin’, Magic, moments, When two hearts are carin’ . . .

Time can’t erase the memory of, These magic, moments, Filled with love!

The telephone call that tied up the line, For hours and hours, The Saturday dance, I got up the nerve, To send you some flowers.

Magic, moments, Memories we’ve been sharin’, Magic, moments, When two hearts are carin’ . . .

Time can’t erase the memory of, These magic, moments, Filled with love!

The way that we cheered, Whenever our team, Was scoring a touchdown!

The time that the floor, Fell out of my car, When I put the clutch down!

The penny arcade, The games that we played, The fun and the prizes!

The Halloween hop, When everyone came, In funny disguises.

Magic, moments,

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Filled with love!

Music by Burt Bacharach with lyrics by Hal David

I Won't Dance (What Women Want OST)

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance madame with youMy heart won't let me feet do things that they sould do

You know what, you're lovely you know what, you're so lovelyAnd you know what you do to meI´m like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shoreI feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're chairming and you're gentleSpecially when you do the ContinentalBut this feeling isn't purely mentalFor heaven rest us, I'm not asbestosAnd that's why I won't dance, why sould I?

I won't dance, how could I?I won't dance, merçi beacoup

I know that music lead the way to romanceSo if I hold you in arms I won't dance

I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance madame with youMy heart won't let me feet do things that they want to do

You know what, you're so lovely, ring a ding-ding, you're lovelyAnd you know what you do to meI´m like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shoreI feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're chairming and you're gentleSpecially when you do the ContinentalBut this feeling isn't purely mentalFor heaven rest us, I'm not asbestosAnd that's why I won't dance, I won't dance

I won't dance, merçi beacoupI know that music lead the way to romance

So if I hold you in arms I won't dance

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The Girl From Iponema

Tall and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from ipanema goes walkingAnd when she passes, each one she passes goes — ahWhen she walks, shes like a sambaThat swings so cool and sways so gentleThat when she passes, each one she passes goes — ooh(ooh) but I watch her so sadlyHow can I tell her I love herYes I would give my heart gladlyBut each day, when she walks to the seaShe looks straight ahead, not at meTall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovelyThe girl from ipanema goes walkingAnd when she passes, I smile — but she doesn’t see (doesn’t see)(she just doesn’t see, she never sees me,…)

King of the RoadTrailers for sale or rentRooms to let...fifty cents.No phone, no pool, no petsI aint got no cigarettesAh, but..two hours of pushin broomBuys an eight by twelve four-bit roomIm a man of means by no meansKing of the road.

Third boxcar, midnight trainDestination...bangor, maine.Old worn out suit and shoes,I dont pay no union dues,I smoke old stogies I have foundShort, but not too big aroundIm a man of means by no meansKing of the road.

I know every engineer on every trainAll of their children, and all of their namesAnd every handout in every townAnd every lock that aint lockedWhen no ones around.

I sing,Trailers for sale or rentRooms to let, fifty centsNo phone, no pool, no petsI aint got no cigarettesAh, but, two hours of pushin broomBuys an eight by twelve four-bit roomIm a man of means by no meansKing of the road.

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