Partitions
Nothing Else Matters
Rosetta (who are you talking about?)Sweet Loretta Fart, she thought she was a cleanerBut she was a frying pan (Sweet Rosetta Martin, Rosetta)The picker, the picker!Picture the fingers burning! (Ooh)OKJojo was a man who thought he was a lonerBut he knew it couldn’t lastJojo left his home in Tucson, ArizonaFor some California grassGet back, get
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Get Back
Rosetta (who are you talking about?)Sweet Loretta Fart, she thought she was a cleanerBut she was a frying pan (Sweet Rosetta Martin, Rosetta)The picker, the picker!Picture the fingers burning! (Ooh)OKJojo was a man who thought he was a lonerBut he knew it couldn’t lastJojo left his home in Tucson, ArizonaFor some California grassGet back, get
The House of the Rising Sun
Version Anglaise There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it’s been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I know I’m one My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gamblin’ manDown in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and
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Here Comes the Sun
Here comes the sun do, do, doHere comes the sunAnd I say it’s all right Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winterLittle darling, it seems like years since it’s been here Here comes the sun do, do, doHere comes the sunAnd I say it’s all right Little darling, the smiles returning to the
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