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Well here we are, Ford TheaterWow, this is pretty awesomeI don't know what this play isBut I don't really careCause oh my word I can't believe the president is hereI can't see him, but I know he's sitting up thereWhen Harper's Weekly runs his pictureI like to keep itI like to tear it outBut my husband doesn't like it when I do thisSays he only has so much patienceAnd I might just wear it outNow the play has startedBut my head is somewhere elseThe way he freed the slaves or something, that's so dreamyI wonder what his view is like from way up in that boxIf I turn in my seat this way, no maybe this wayHe might see meHe'll be like who's that fetching beautyAnd I'll wave and be like hiAnd I'll run off with him and we'll have tons of babiesAnd we'll live in a log cabin and I'll stay home and brush his hairAnd my husband here can...Letras de cancionesWhat was that noise?He's a tyrant and a crookIf you just take a closer lookYou can see the lies just dripping from his mouthHe suffocated half the land With his long and bony handHe doesn't give a damn about the southHe robbed us all of house and home And then he left us all aloneIt is obvious the deed that must be doneCan't be trusted with the power And now the clock has struck the hourI act on the behalf of everyoneAnd I'll liberate my countryUnseat the despotThe old rule will vanishI will turn the page of historyWe'll get a new start...Sic semper tyrannis! Ow my foot... geezI don't like this play All the actors stink And the laughs are cheapI've been out all day I just want to eat I just want to sleepIts my second termIts a fragile peace Hope it stays aroundMy resolve is firm I have made this bedNow I must lie downMy nation has come a long wayAnd today our many states may stand unitedIt was a heavy price we had to payAnd I hope our efforts don't go unrequitedTime has not been kind, we lost thousands of boysI lost two of my ownNorth and South combinedIn an orgy of violence like none we have knownSuch a war was foughtBrothers fought against brothers on my commandBut was it for naughtWhen the slaves are all free in a more perfect landMy first term went by so fastAnd so far I'm thankful for the years I've hadThe war is now in the pastAnd this play really isn't half bad... From Letras Mania