Biografía:
Malvina Reynolds (1900-1978), una artista defensora de los derechos de la mujer y activista social.
Dicen por ahí que, allá en los inicios de los 60, Malvina y su marido iban camino de San Francisco y al pasar cerquita de Daly City se toparon con uno de esos barrios residenciales donde parece que la vida fluye plácidamente a pesar de esconder las más peores miserias humanas. Malvina pasó el volante a su marido y se puso a escribir “Little Boxes”.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro:
E Am E Am
E Am
They'll make a man of you, my son.
E
You'll wear the green beret
Am E Am Am
And answer ev'ry question with a gun.
C Dm G
You'll wear a uniform, a signet on your sleeve.
C Dm G
You'll have a power that you never would believe.
E Am
And any problem that you meet,
E
You'll put a bullet through its head
Am E Am Am
Till ev'rything that moves is dead.
E Am
When your time's up and you've returned,
E
They'll take your gun away
Am E Am
But not the tricks you've learned.
C Dm G
You'll wear a uniform, the neat civilian brown,
C Dm G
Your hair the proper cut, the proper part of town,
E Am
And any problem that you meet,
E Am
You'll stamp it bloody with your feet,
Dm G E Am Am
Or roll it in barbed wire and get it off the street.
E Am
And any idea that you cannot comprehend,
E Am E Am
You'll put the handcuffs on and that will be the end,
C E Am
And anything that grows you'll cover with cement.
E Am
They'll make a man of you, my son.
It's not 100% but it'll work. You're welcome submit a more accurate version.
By caho
E Am E Am
E Am
They'll make a man of you, my son.
E
You'll wear the green beret
Am E Am Am
And answer ev'ry question with a gun.
C Dm G
You'll wear a uniform, a signet on your sleeve.
C Dm G
You'll have a power that you never would believe.
E Am
And any problem that you meet,
E
You'll put a bullet through its head
Am E Am Am
Till ev'rything that moves is dead.
E Am
When your time's up and you've returned,
E
They'll take your gun away
Am E Am
But not the tricks you've learned.
C Dm G
You'll wear a uniform, the neat civilian brown,
C Dm G
Your hair the proper cut, the proper part of town,
E Am
And any problem that you meet,
E Am
You'll stamp it bloody with your feet,
Dm G E Am Am
Or roll it in barbed wire and get it off the street.
E Am
And any idea that you cannot comprehend,
E Am E Am
You'll put the handcuffs on and that will be the end,
C E Am
And anything that grows you'll cover with cement.
E Am
They'll make a man of you, my son.
It's not 100% but it'll work. You're welcome submit a more accurate version.
By caho
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Man Bai
Man Man
Man Overboard
Mana