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Video Karaoke Black Rose - Volbeat & Danko Jones - Karaoke Canzoni

Questa base è una cover di Black Rose resa famosa da Volbeat
feat. Danko Jones

Formati inclusi:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Il formato CDG (detto anche CD+G o MP3+G) è compatibile con la maggior parte dei karaoke. Include un file MP3 e testi sincronizzati (Versione Karaoke vende solo file (MP3+G) digitali, NON riceverai quindi un CD).

E' possibile suonare di default i file MP4 su MAC OS X e Windows 7. Se utilizzi Windows XP o Vista devi utilizzare Windows Media Player 12.

Questo formato è ideale per KaraFun Windows Player, un software karaoke gratuito. Ti permette di attivare o disattivare cori, voci soliste e di modificare la tonalità o il tempo.

Il tuo acquisto ti permette di scaricare il video in tutti i formati,senza limiti.

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Con i cori (a scelta nella versione KFN)

Tempo uguale all'originale: 162 BPM

Stessa tonalità dell'originale: MI

La canzone comincia a cappella

Durata: 03:55 - Anteprima: 01:54

Data di rilascio: 2016
Generi: Rock, In inglese
Autore originale: Michael Poulsen

Tutti i File scaricabili sono basi,non la versone originale del brano.

Testo De 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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