tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119232322011-04-21T14:00:59.876-07:00Veneza de Almeida Babicsakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123576095056488718noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923232.post-1112643918378960322005-04-04T12:43:00.000-07:002005-04-04T12:45:18.380-07:00Eu vejo o verde das arvores Rosas vermelhas tambem<br />Eu as vejo florescer Para mim e para você<br />E eu penso comigo mesmo<br />Que mundo maravilhoso<br />Eu vejo o azul do céu e o branco das nuvens<br />O brilho abençoado do dia<br />O escurecer diz boa noite<br />E eu penso comigo mesmo<br />Que mundo maravilhoso<br />As cores do arco-íris Tão belo no ceu<br />Estão tambem nas faces<br />Das pessoas que passam<br />Vejo os amigos apertando as mãos Dizendo, "Como você vai?" <br />Na verdade estão dizendo:<br />"Eu amo voce!" Eu ouço bebês chorando<br />E os vejo crescer<br />Eles aprenderão muito mais<br />Do que eu já sei<br />E eu penso comigo mesmo<br />Que mundo maravilhoso<br />É...eu penso comigo mesmo<br />Que mundo maravilhoso......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11923232-111264391837896032?l=interactionstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veneza de Almeida Babicsakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123576095056488718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11923232.post-1112638829590592172005-04-04T11:19:00.000-07:002005-04-04T13:02:13.226-07:00What A Wonderful World<br /><br />Composição: Desconhecido<br /><br />Some of you young folks been saying to me,<br />hey pops,what do you mean what a wonderful world?<br />How bout all them walls all over the place?Ya call them wonderful? And how bout hunger and pollution?That ain't so wonderful either.But how bout listening to old pops for a minute.Seems to me it ain’t the world that’s so bad but what were doing to itAnd all I’m saying is see what a wonderful world it would be,if only we’d give it a chance.Love baby, love. That’s the secret.Yeah, if lots more of us loved each otherwe’d solve lots more problems, and then this world would be aThat’s what old pops keeps saying.I see trees of green, red roses tooI see them bloom for me and youand I think to myself, what a wonderful worldI see skies of blue and clouds of whitethe bright blessed day, the dark sacred nightand I think to myself, what a wonderful worldthe colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the skyare also on the faces of people going byI see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do?"they're really saying, "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 worldyes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11923232-111263882959059217?l=interactionstudents.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veneza de Almeida Babicsakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09123576095056488718noreply@blogger.com0