Nhạc sĩ: Jerry Livingston, Raymond B. Evans
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich? Oh, here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera, sera, whatever will be, will be, will be
The future's in the clouds, you see, I guess, sera, sera, guess, sera, sera
What will be, will be, what will be, will be
When I grew up, to be a boy, I asked my teacher, what will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich? Oh, here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera, sera, whatever will be, will be, will be
The future's in the clouds, you see, I guess, sera, sera, guess, sera, sera
What will be, will be, what will be, will be
When I grew up, to be a man, I asked my mother, what will she be?
Will she be pretty? Will she be rich? Oh, here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera, sera, whatever will be, will be, will be, will be
The future's in the clouds, you see, I guess, sera, sera, guess, sera, sera
What will be, will be, what will be, will be, will be, will be
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