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Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley


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Настоящее имя Elvis Aaron Presley
Дата рождения 8 января 1935 г.
Место рождения Tupelo, Mississippi, United States
Дата смерти 16 августа 1977 г.
Место смерти Memphis, Tennessee, United States
Жанры Rock'n'Roll
Pop
Rockabilly
Country
Blues
Gospel
Годы 1954—1977
Лейблы RCA Records
Sun Records
См. также The Jordanaires
Сайт Website



Альбом Elvis Presley


Paradise, Hawaiian Style (1966)
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Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii..U.S.A..
We're flyin', comin' your way
Aloha, Hawaii U.S.A.

Gee it's great, to be in that fiftieth state
The land of enchanted dreams
What an isle, where it's heaven tropical style
Where love weaves a spell, it seems

Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii..U.S.A..
We're flyin', comin' your way
Aloha, Hawaii U.S.A.

Gee what fun, just to swim and surf in the sun
While the trade winds caress the sea
What a sight, those exotic scenes of delight
Are waiting for you and me

Hawaii, U.S.A....Hawaii...U.S.A...Hawaii..U.S.A....

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She sells sea shells by the seashore
But I know a girl who sells so much more

Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
'Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by

Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
'Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by

Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
'Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by

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One good turn deserves another
Be my love, I'll be your lover
It's all part of nature's laws
If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch yours.

If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, let's get rid of our itch together, hmm

Joy they say is in the giving
Come on give, make life worth living
Your welfare is my concern
Do a favour for me, I'll do one in return

If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, let's get rid of our itch together, hmm

Scratch me now a little lower
What a feeling do it slower
That's it, hmm you're getting hot
Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spot

If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, let's get rid of our itch together, hmm

If you'll scratch my back then I'll scratch your back

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Drums of the islands you're beating in my heart
You're with me no matter where I roam
If ever I wander if ever we're apart
I know that you will lead me home

If I should journey across the deep blue sea
I'll never forget these coral shores
Drums of the islands I hear you calling me
And I'll return forever yours

I love each valley each grain of sand each hill
The flowers the music of the isles
These are the things I love and always will
Though I may roam ten thousand miles

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Datin' is a game that grown-ups play
Datin' means acting in a silly way
Datin' makes girls start wiggle walking
Datin' makes a guy start baby talking

Dizzy like children on a merry-go-round
Grown-ups are the biggest kids I've found
You'd think they belong in a baby carriage
They're doing things that lead to marriage
But don't you laugh at what they do, oh no
'Cause some day you'll be datin' too

Datin' makes a guy comb his hair just right
His girl can mess it up when they kiss good-night
Datin' makes you quarrel and say you'll break up
And just because it's so much fun to make up

Children can't wait to grow up but then
They're datin and they're acting like kids again
You'd think they belong in a baby carriage
They're doing things that lead to marriage
But don't you laugh at what they do, oh no
Some day you'll be datin' too

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If I had my life to live over
I know just what I'd like to be
A pampered pet of a rich brunette
Sitting on my mama's knee
Someone to love me
Someone to care
Rubberduck dubble little fingers through my hair
I need a dog's life
What a life, that's good enough for me
That's good enough for me

If I had a bone to be picking
A picking chicken or a steak
Curled up there in an easy chair
Man, that won't be hard to take
I'll always be faithful
That's what I'd be
Never bite a hand that feeds me, no siree
Just lead a dog's life
What a life
That's good enough for me
That's good enough for me

I'd find me a pink little poodle
And lose my noodle over her
I chase her 'round all over town
Just to ruffle up her fur
Nuzzle her muzzle
A hole in her paw
Greatest case of puppy lovin' you ever saw
It's called a dog's life
What a life
That's good enough for me
You heard me say it now
That's good enough for me
That's good enough for me

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Oh you can take a whole lot of sand
And build a castle on the beach
And though you mold it and you plan
Still you got nothing in your reach

One little slip and it tumbles down
One wrong step and it crumbles all around
Like a house without love, that's sure to fall apart
A house of sand is an empty work of art

You can build a tower of clay
But if you ask my advice
Well it is worthless as I say
I got no heart it's cold as ice

One little slip and it tumbles down
One wrong step and it crumbles all around
Like a house without love, that's sure to fall apart
A house of sand is an empty work of art

One little slip and it tumbles down
One wrong step and it crumbles all around
Like a house without love, that's sure to fall apart
A house of sand is an empty work of art
A house of sand is an empty work of art
A house of sand is an empty work of art

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Stop where you are
Don't move an inch
Don't come any closer now baby
You'll be in a pinch
Don't start what you can't finish
I warn you what's in store
If it's love you're looking to get
You're gonna get what you're looking for

Stop where you are
You'd better freeze
Don't pull the fire now baby
Don't be a tease
Don't start what you can't finish
I told you once before
If it's love you're looking to get
You're gonna get what you're looking for

Don't you know, you're walking on dangerous ground
Listen babe when I make love
I just don't fool around, no I don't
I just don't play around

Stop where you are
Just take it slow
Once I put my hands on you baby
I won't let you go
Don't start what you can't finish
One kiss and I want more
If it's love you're looking to get
You're gonna get what you're looking for

Stop where you are
Don't move an inch
Stop where you are
You're gonna be in a pinch
Stop where you are
You're gonna get what you're looking for

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This is my heaven
Being here with you
Make it last forever
This is my heaven
It's a dream come true
Make it last forever
Come to me now
And take my hand
This is the paradise I plan
You're like an angel
Sent from up above
Let's stay close together
You brought me heaven
When I shared your love
Make it last forever
Here 'neath the sky beside the sea
This is my heaven
When you come to me

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At night
When the sky is still
When the south wind blows
And the air is warm
There's a world that's born

And for every child on the beach that day
Stands a castle tall and proud
And the warm wind crawls through the castle walls
And the nightfolk wake as the warm wind calls

At night
When the sky is still
When the south wind blows
And the air is warm
There's a world that's born

Then the fiddler crab plays his violin
On the back of a dancing whale
While the mermaid sing to the shell they bring
And the dragon leads with his sweeping tail

At night
When the sky is still
When the south wind blows
And the air is warm
There's a world that's born

For the rosy dawn
Brings the children on to the beach that's bright and new
And the nightfolk know as the castles grow
They will play once more as the children do

At night
When the sky is still
When the south wind blows
And the air is warm
There's a world that's born

A world that's born
There's a world that's born
A world that's born

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