01) Hello World 02) Ain't Got No / I Got Life (Nina Simone) I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no beer Ain't got no man Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no love, ain't got no name Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token Ain't got no God Then what have I got Why am I alive anyway? Yeah, what have I got Nobody can take away Got my hair, got my head Got my brains, got my ears Got my eyes, got my nose Got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, got my chin Got my neck, got my boobs Got my heart, got my soul Got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, got my hands Got my fingers, got my legs Got my feet, got my toes Got my liver, got my blood I've got life I've got my freedom I've got life I've got life And I'm gonna keep it I've got life And nobody's gonna take it away 03) Buy A Gun For Your Son (Tom Paxton Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies, Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies Buy yourselves som real red blooded fun. If you want to make the grade, You've got to have a hand grenade, And a fully automatic G.I. Gun. Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir. Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand, For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir. Pound that kid into submission 'Till he's mastered Nuclear Fission Buy him plastic warheads by the score, Once he's got the taste of blood, He's gonna sneak up on his buddies Starting his own thermo-nuclear war. Buy him khakis and fatigues, And sign him up in little leagues, Give him calisthenics as a rule. Once you've banished fear and dread, Then pat his seven year-old head, And send him off to military school. Once he's grown to be a man, He might get tired of blasting Granny, Then you'll see a crisis coming on. Don't get worried, don't get nervous. Send that kid into the service, Let him rise into the Pentagon. At the Pentagon he'll rise. The President he will advise, His reputation growing all the while. With his picture on the wall, He'll get that long-awaited call, And press the firing buttons with a smile. 04) Mal Hombre (Lydia Mendoza) Mal Hombre by Lydia Mendoza Era yo una chiquilla todavÌa cuando tÇ, casualmente me encontraste y a merced de tus artes de mundano de mi honra el perfume te llevaste Lo dijiste conmigo lo que todos los que son como tu con las mujeres por lo tanto no extraßes que yo ahora en tu cara te diga lo que eres Mal hombre. Tan ruin es tu alma que no tiene nombre Eres un canalla. Eres un malvado Eres un ...Mal Hombre A mi triste destino abandonada entablÈ fiera lucha con la vida Ella recia y cruel me torturaba Yo, mas dÈbil, al fin caÌ vencida Tu supiste a tiempo mi derrota Mi espantoso calvario conociste Te dijeron algunos que a salvarle y probando quien eres, te reiste Mal hombre. Tan ruin es tu alma que no tiene nombre Eres un canalla. Eres un malvado Eres un ...Mal Hombre Poco tiempo despuÈs en el arroyo entre sombras mi vida dependÌa una noche con otra tÇ pasaste y al mirarme sentÌ que te decÌa: -Quien esa mujer, tu laconoces? y a la vez, respondiste : - una cualquiera! Al oir de tus labios tal ultraje demostrabas tambiÈn lo que tÇ eras. Mal hombre. Tan ruin es tu alma que no tiene nombre Eres un canalla. Eres un malvado Eres un ...Mal Hombre