Another bandolero ballad

Trevor @ Monday May 8th 2006 21:51

Two Latino kids in the train singing while a third filmed:

aunque digan que soy
un bandolero donde voy
le doy gracias a dios
por hoy estar donde estoy
y voy a seguir con mi tumbao
y con mi ojos colorao
con mis gatos activao
ustedes to me lo han dao

Google a line to find the rest–loads of spam sites out there. I don’t see a great deal of difference between this stuff and traditional Spanish romances about guys like el Pernales, but the old couple looked worried and walked through to the next car.


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