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Karaokê Black Rose - Volbeat & Danko Jones

Esta música é uma versão de Black Rose, popularizada por Volbeat
feat. Danko Jones

Formatos incluídos:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 162 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Mi

A música começa a capella

Duração: 03:55 - Visualizar: 01:54

Ano de lançamento: 2016
Estilos: Rock, Em inglês
Autor Original: Michael Poulsen

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Letra Black Rose

Counting days 'till it's over my friends
'Till it's over my friends
Count along
Counting days 'till it's over my friends
'Till it's over my friends
Count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor
Feeling nothing more
Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue
Don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking
Cooking, cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired
Picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Woah woah woah oh
No more broken dreams
I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue
Don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking
Cooking, cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk
Cannot do it right
Can't call the doctor
He's as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Woah woah woah
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Woah woah woah oh
Counting days 'till it's over my friends
'Till it's over my friends
Count along
Counting days 'till it's over my friends
'Till it's over my friends
Count along
Counting days 'till it's over my friends
'Till it's over my friends
Count along
Counting days 'till it's over my friends
'Till it's over that thing called love
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Woah woah woah
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Woah woah woah oh
Ooh woah oh oh oh
Oh woah oh oh oh
Ooh woah oh oh oh
Please let it grow where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone
I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
'Cos I know the black rose will find its home

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