단어 ... Mexican corrido alterado / narcocorrido (waltz rhythm). Lively & ...Mexican corrido alterado / narcocorrido (waltz rhythm). Lively & confident. Male singer, accordion, bajo sexto (norteno guitar) tuba & rhythm. Sung in Spanish.
VERSE 1Es un señoron bueno para el tiro, respeto a montón siempre le han tenidoJefes colombianos y de la región y hasta americanos,se sirven de el hoyCHORUSCuando en el pueblo se escuchan 3 tiros sonar, es porque está celebrando que le acaba de atinar a otro de sus mandados.VERSE 2En su cinturón lleva su pistola y su cargador va lleno de sobraInfringir la ley siempre le da igual no le asusta ya ningun federalCHORUS 2Cuando en el pueblo se escuchan 3 tiros quemar ya sabe toda mi gente que acaba de concretar algo el famoso pariente
단어 ... Lively & fierce. Rock band with male singer.
like the creeping carcass of the failed ship like the sweet melody of the gentle whip shake your bones baby and never be latelike the rattlesnake, approaching fate I love my man curtain of death seems your eyesone of this days you'll shoot that guy shake your bones baby and never be latelike the rattlesnake approaching fate I love my manI love my man
단어 ... Glam Rock 70s. Energetic, fast, driving, rousing & cheerful. Catchy & ...Glam Rock 70s. Energetic, fast, driving, rousing & cheerful. Catchy & festive chorus @ 0'44. Rock band with male vocal. Break @ 2'16 with exuberant choir.
He’s the boss
He’s a beast
He’s the danger walkin’ on your street
Ooooh ! Billie Joe
He’s got pills
He’s got pals
He’s the lightnin’ strikin’ on your fleet
Ooooh ! Billie Joe !
Get it goin’
Get it goin’
Get it goin’
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Now the bar
Now the beer
Now’s the time when dogs and demons meet
Ooooh ! Crazy Joe !
Get’em up
Knock’em down
Ain’t nobody stompin’ on your feet
Ooooh ! Crazy Joe !
Get it goin’
Get it goin’
Get it goin’
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단어 ... Blues rock. Ironic, cool, confident & madcap. Male vocal, drum, keys, ...Blues rock. Ironic, cool, confident & madcap. Male vocal, drum, keys, guitar & bass.
THE LAST COWBOY IN TOWN So it seems I'm the last boy in town All my friends have left me down Now my horse is my best friend And he's so mad about me With my Stetson on my head And my gun in my right hand When I crossed the boulevard The girls were mad about me So it seems I'm the last man in town All my friends have left me down Now my horse is my best friend The girls were mad about me The boys were mad about me The grannies are mad about me The kids are mad about me
단어 ... Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing & joyful. Female voice, piano, ...Song. Sung in Italian. 60's. Dancing & joyful. Female voice, piano, brass & rhythm.
ItalianoNon è un James Dean, non è Marlon Brando Nemmeno principe di favola, non è banchiere, non è pilota, ma son sicura è lui ché amo. L'ho incontrato in un bar qui vicino, una sera che mi sentivo giù. M'ha regalato, un caffè stretto E da allora non ci lasciamo più.
Se oggi canto con felicita ci-ta, E per l'amore del mio ragazzo-o-o Che mette il sole nella mia vita, con lui, con lui, mi sento in paradiso.
Lui non è alto, né snello né biondo non ha i capelli sulla fronte, ma per me lui è, di tutti il miglior, quando mi canta il suo amor Non fa mai a pugni, per fa-re il duro non ha studiato in università Ma io mi sento la più bella del mondo, quando mi porta a ballar.
Français
Ce n’est pas James Dean ni Marlon Brando Encore moins le prince de la fable Il n’est pas banquier, il n’est pas pilote Mais je suis sûre qu’il est celui que j’aime. Je l’ai rencontré dans un bar pas loin d’ici, Une nuit où je me sentais déprimée Il m’a payé un café serré Et depuis on ne s’est plus quitté.
Si aujourd’hui je chante avec joie C’est pour l’amour de mon copain Qui met du soleil dans ma vie, Avec lui, avec lui, je me sens Au paradis
Il n’est ni grand ni mince ni blond Il n’a pas un cheveu sur le front, Mais pour moi il est de tous le meilleur, Quand il me chante son amour. Il ne se bat jamais pour jouer au dur Il n’a pas étudié à l’université Mais je me sens la plus belle du monde Quand il m’emmène danser.
English
He’s no James Dean, nor Marlon Brando Even less a fairy prince No banker, nor pilot But I’m sure is the one I love. I met him in a bar not far from here One night when I was feeling down He bought me a coffee And we’ve been together ever since
If today I am so happy to sing It’s for the love of my boyfriend Who brings sunshine into my life, With him with him I am in paradise
He is neither tall nor slim nor blonde Not a hair on his forehead But for me, he is absolutely the best, When he sings his love to me. He never tries to play the tough guy He didn’t go to college But I am the most beautiful girl in the world When he takes me onto the dance floor.
단어 ... Explicit language. Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick. Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring. I remember the night like it was morning Kat out of line, the vision rewinds He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights Now ah days, that's how they play Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook. Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore. Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl. Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him. Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude. He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam Son lets break out and shake out. Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling outside one through the chest just like a javelin. Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed Fronting in clubs unorganized Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds. 20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus) Now how that sound When you get knocked Down How that sound When they let go rounds From your country all the way to uptown You might get found, man How that Sound ?
단어 ... Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor ...Ska. Song. Insistant with a touch of nostalgy. Horns & rhythm. Tenor sax solo @ 1'42.
I runaway yeah runaway coz I don't like de game you play I runaway tryin' to find another way I runaway yeah runaway you made of iron and I made of clay I runaway Jackie go your own way!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say Oh Jackie you're no good, yes I'd go if I could I'd kill you if I could!
I runaway yeah runaway Jackie it's more dan I can pay I runaway you broke my heart dat day! I runaway yeah runaway there'll be no more us nor we I runaway Jackie why you did dat to me?
I runaway yeah runaway now you're just a memory I runaway but di virus 's still in me!
I don't know what to say when I see Jackie play, I don't know what to say I fell fe all your tricks just like a ton of bricks I fell fe all your tricks!!
단어 ... Rock Steady. Confident & lively song. Guitar & rhythm. Solo organ @ ...Rock Steady. Confident & lively song. Guitar & rhythm. Solo organ @ 2'00.
