Me indigné cuando hoy escuché este tema. Tantas veces me habían enamorado ese piano y esa rosa. Y de repente, en un semáforo sobre Av. Nazca una de mis arterias se destapó, envió la información al cerebro de lo que estaba cantando/reproduciendo y me enfrenté con toda la horrible verdad ante mis oídos: Beth, I hear you callin' but I can't come home right now. Me and the boys are playin' and we just can't find the sound. Just a few more hours and I'll be right home to you, I think I hear them callin'.. Oh, Beth what can I do? Beth what can I do? You say you feel so empty, that our house just ain't a home and I'm always somewhere else and you're always there alone. Just a few more hours and I'll be right home to you, I think I hear them callin'... Oh, Beth what can I do? Beth what can I do? Beth, I know you're lonely and I hope you'll be alright 'cause me and the boys will be playin' all night.
Cuánto me arrepiento de haberme pintado como Ud señor gato! (obvio que me pinté)
PD: Mismo local once again.
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