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Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son

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Uploaded by on Dec 16, 2008

Creedence Clearwater Revival-Fortunate son studio verison

Lyrics:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no

Traducida al español:

lguna gente ha nacido para ondear las banderas
Ooh ellas son rojas, blancas y azules
Y cuando la banda toca Saludo al jefe
Ooh, ellos apuntan el cañón hacia ti, Dios,

Yo no soy, yo no soy, no soy el hijo de ningún senador, hijo.
Yo no soy, yo no soy, no soy ningún afortunado, no.

¡Si!
Alguna gente es de alta cuna
Dios, por qué ellos no se ayudan a si mismos, oh.
Pero cuando el recaudador llegue a la puerta,
Dios, la casa parece un rastrillo, si,

Yo no soy, yo no soy, yo no soy el hijo de ningún millonario, no
Yo no soy, yo no soy, no soy ningún afortunado, no.


Alguna gente hereda ojos centelleantes de estrellas
Ooh, ellos te mandan a la guerra, Dios
Y cuando les preguntas ¿Cuánto debemos dar?
Ooh, ellos sólo contestan, ¡más!, ¡más!, ¡más! Yoh,

Yo no soy, yo no soy, el hijo de ningún militar, hijo
Yo no soy, yo no soy, no soy ningún afortunado, no.

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  • i love this song

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