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In my coat of many colors. Mi mamá me hizo. My momma made for me. Así que con parches en mis pantalones. So with patches on my britches. Y agujeros en mis zapatos. And Holes in both my shoes. En mi abrigo de muchos colores. In my coat of many colors.
Composição: Dolly Parton. Ouvir Shania Twain. Tradução da letra da música Coat of Many Colors de Shania Twain - Voltando no passado eu vou me perguntando mais uma vez / De volta às estações da minha juventude / Eu me lembro de uma caixa de retalhos que alguém nos deu / e de como a minha mãe as utilizou / Havia retalhos de todos as ...
Coat of Many Colors. Back through the years I go wonderin' once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my momma put the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags together Sewin' every piece with love She made my coat of many colors That I was ...
La canción 'Coat of Many Colors' de Dolly Parton es una narrativa lírica que cuenta una historia personal y conmovedora de la infancia de la artista. La letra describe cómo la madre de Dolly Parton cosió un abrigo para su hija a partir de retazos de tela de diferentes colores. A pesar de ser pobre y no tener recursos para comprar un abrigo ...
Letra da música Coat of Many Colors de Dolly Parton - Back through the years / I go wonderin' once again / Back to the seasons of my youth / I recall a box of rags that someone gave us / And how my momma put the rags to use
La canción 'Coat of Many Colors' interpretada por Brandon Lake es una pieza lírica que se sumerge en la simbología del perdón, la transformación y la identidad en Cristo. La referencia al 'coat of many colors' evoca la historia bíblica de José, quien recibió una túnica de colores de su padre, lo que provocó la envidia de sus hermanos ...
Letra da música Coat of Many Colors de Shania Twain - Back through the years i go wondering once again / Back to the seasons of my youth / I recall a box of rags that someone gave us / And how my momma put the rags to use / There were rags of many colors and every piece was small
