For all my students at IES Manuel de Falla, in Móstoles, and the rest of IES where I have worked. I work in this blog during my free time.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Stonehenge
Thursday, February 13, 2014
The Lazy Song
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
I'm gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody's gonna tell me I can't
I'll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie
'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man
Oh yes, I said it I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all, (woo hoo) (woo hoo) (hooooo) nothing at all
Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
And she's gonna scream out
This is great
(Oh my god, this is great)
Yeah, I might mess around
And get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry paps, you'll just have to wait
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
'Cause I ain't going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all
woohoo woohoo oooo
Nothing at all
woohoo woohoo oooo
Nothing at all
Monday, February 3, 2014
My bonnie
My bonnie lies over the ocean is a traditional folk Scottish song very popular all over the Anglo-Saxon world.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me...
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamt that my Bonnie was there
Oh blow the winds over the ocean
And blow the winds over the sea
Oh blow the winds over the ocean
And bring back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me
The winds have blown over the ocean
The winds have blown over the sea
The winds have blown over the ocean
And brought back my Bonnie to me
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me...
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamt that my Bonnie was there
Oh blow the winds over the ocean
And blow the winds over the sea
Oh blow the winds over the ocean
And bring back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me
The winds have blown over the ocean
The winds have blown over the sea
The winds have blown over the ocean
And brought back my Bonnie to me
My left foot
Some of the questions for your exam:
What illness did Christy have?
What is the go-cart?
Once, playing hide-and-seek he hid in the big bath in the kitchen. What happened then?
Katriona Delahunt was a ____________________ who came to visit Christy when his mother was in the Rotunda __________________.
Why did Christy fly to London?
Why did Christy have to stop using his left foot? Did he really stop using it?
How could Christie write his manuscripts?
What illness did Christy have?
What is the go-cart?
Once, playing hide-and-seek he hid in the big bath in the kitchen. What happened then?
Katriona Delahunt was a ____________________ who came to visit Christy when his mother was in the Rotunda __________________.
Why did Christy fly to London?
Why did Christy have to stop using his left foot? Did he really stop using it?
How could Christie write his manuscripts?
Monday, January 27, 2014
I am what I am
I am what I am
I am my 1...................... special creation
So come take a look
Give me the hook
Or the 2..........................
It's my world
That I want to have a little pride in
My world
And it's not a place I have to 3............................. in
Life's not worth a damn
Till you can 4............................
I am what I am
I am what I am
I don't want praise I don't want 5.......................
I bang my own drum
Some think it's 6........................... I think it's pretty
And so what if I love each sparkle and each bangle
Why not try to see things from a different angle
Your life is a shame
Till you can 7.......................... out I am what I am
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace sometimes the deuces
It's one life and there's no return and no deposit
One life so it's time to open up your closet
Life's not worth a damn till you can 7.......................... out
I am what I am
I am what I am
I am I am I am 8..........................
I am I am I am true
I am I am somebody
I am as 9............................ as you
Yes I am
At first I was afraid I was petrified.
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you did me wrong.
And I grew strong!
And I learned how to get along!
So now you're back from out of space.
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face.
I should have changed that stupid lock!
I should have made you leave your key!
If I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me.
Go on now, go, walk out that door!
Just turn around now‚
you're not welcome any more.
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?
Did I crumble
Did I lay down and die
Oh no, not I! I will survive!
Oh and as long as I know how to love I know I stay alive.
I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give.
And I'll survive!
I will survive! Hey, hey.
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart.
Kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart!
And I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself. I used to cry!
But now I hold my head up high.
And you see me somebody new!
I'm not that chained-up little person still in love with you.
And so you feel like dropping in,
and just expect me to be free,
now I'm saving all my loving for someone who is loving me!
Go on now...
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
The Ghost of Featherstone Castle
Some of the questions for your exam:
Where are Robbie and Heather from?
Why couldn’t Abigail and Daniel marry?
What did Robbie do in the Quidditch pitch?
Why are some areas in Featherstone Castle closed to visitors?
How did the ghost save Heather’s life?
Where was the ghost’s treasure hidden? What is the treasure?
Where are Robbie and Heather from?
Why couldn’t Abigail and Daniel marry?
What did Robbie do in the Quidditch pitch?
Why are some areas in Featherstone Castle closed to visitors?
How did the ghost save Heather’s life?
Where was the ghost’s treasure hidden? What is the treasure?
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Seven Drunken Nights
SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely geranium pots my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head inside the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you cannot see
That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw my wife inside the bed and then she said to me....
Another version of this song, with more good-looking singers:
And two more different versions with Saturday and Sunday, considered vulgar:
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers on a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely geranium pots my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head inside the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you cannot see
That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw my wife inside the bed and then she said to me....
Another version of this song, with more good-looking singers:
And two more different versions with Saturday and Sunday, considered vulgar:
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers on a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
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