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you could hear a lace a hundred miles for jose jose jose
and she gave him strenght
and so many times he heard god bless you jose
Because he knew that other s fight is old enemy hunger every day, he had to be the very best matador, he didn t move he didn t make a sound
And every day he worked in the fields he worked well, and as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say Hazlewood, and as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say
you could hear a lace a hundred miles for jose jose jose
The younger men they better sooth it for, the younger men they better sooth it for Lee, but he never begged the boy called jose
But he gave much of this fortune away, and hunger was his enemy every day
and when the night came this boy slept where he fell
The younger men they better sooth it for, but he gave much of this fortune away Hazlewood, in a small village near la plaza mexico lived a boy
welcome home my little boy jose jose jose jose jose
You could hear a lace a hundred miles for jose jose jose, because he knew that other s fight is old enemy hunger every day, and she gave him strenght
And as his fame grew his fortune grew too, you could hear a lace a hundred miles for jose jose jose
And hunger was his enemy every day, and as his fame grew his fortune grew too
And yet we heard from somewhere someone say, one sunday afternnon this young man saw his first bullfight
and when the night came this boy slept where he fell
The sunday game with its blood and its death to pay, and every day he worked in the fields he worked well
You ll soon forget the matador jose jose jose, but he never begged the boy called jose, and the years passed and jose said i ll fight great bulls no more
and the next morning we found him lying on the ground
And so many times he heard god bless you jose, but he gave much of this fortune away, welcome home my little boy jose jose jose jose jose
And the years passed and jose said i ll fight great bulls no more, the younger men they better sooth it for, and as his fame grew his fortune grew too
And the years passed and jose said i ll fight great bulls no more, and she gave him strenght Hazlewood, and hunger was his enemy every day
Not so many years ago, the sunday game with its blood and its death to pay
And yet we heard from somewhere someone say, he didn t move he didn t make a sound Hazlewood, one sunday afternnon this young man saw his first bullfight
Because he knew that other s fight is old enemy hunger every day, the younger men they better sooth it for, the sunday game with its blood and its death to pay
He didn t move he didn t make a sound, now you know why you were born jose, you could hear a lace a hundred miles for jose jose jose
And as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say, and hunger was his enemy every day, and he lived for one thing and nothing more
The sunday game with its blood and its death to pay, and when he killed his first bull one bright sunday
The younger men they better sooth it for, the younger men they better sooth it for Hazlewood, he didn t move he didn t make a sound
now you know why you were born jose
In a small village near la plaza mexico lived a boy, not so many years ago
and the next morning we found him lying on the ground
He had to be the very best matador, the sunday game with its blood and its death to pay
And as his fame grew his fortune grew too, now you know why you were born jose
And the next morning we found him lying on the ground, and when the night came this boy slept where he fell
and when the night came this boy slept where he fell
but he never begged the boy called jose
You ll soon forget the matador jose jose jose, and as his fame grew his fortune grew too, and yet we heard from somewhere someone say
Now you know why you were born jose, now you know why you were born jose
And he lived for one thing and nothing more, he didn t move he didn t make a sound
You ll soon forget the matador jose jose jose, and he grew to be a man called jose jose jose
Because he knew that other s fight is old enemy hunger every day, but he gave much of this fortune away, welcome home my little boy jose jose jose jose jose
in a small village near la plaza mexico lived a boy
Not so many years ago, the younger men they better sooth it for
You ll soon forget the matador jose jose jose, and his blood ran hot and he couldn t sleep that night
Not so many years ago, and she gave him strenght Hazlewood, and as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say
And he lived for one thing and nothing more, one sunday afternnon this young man saw his first bullfight Lee, the younger men they better sooth it for
And when he killed his first bull one bright sunday, and so many times he heard god bless you jose
And when he killed his first bull one bright sunday, the sunday game with its blood and its death to pay
and he lived for one thing and nothing more
And every day he worked in the fields he worked well, and so many times he heard god bless you jose
And every day he worked in the fields he worked well, and when he killed his first bull one bright sunday
and when the night came this boy slept where he fell
the younger men they better sooth it for