标题:Resacoxis En La Barra
标签:总谱
艺人:M鋑o De Oz
专辑:La Ciudad De Los Arboles
作词:Queen
作曲:Queen
节拍:♩ = 102
key:252
和弦:C Am E A# D# Csus4 F G5 D G C7M Em Em7 Dsus4 D#dim B7 D#/5- D#6 Cm A F#m
音轨:
- Guitar 1 - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
- Guitar 2 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 3 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 4 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 5 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 6 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 7 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 8 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Bass - 原声贝司 Acoustic Bass
- Percussion - 敲击乐器
- Vocals - 合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
标记:Intro IIntro IIVerse IChorusInterludeVerse IIChorusOutro
歌词:
In the year of thir-ty-nine,
as-sem-bled here the vol-un-teers,
in the days when the lands were few.
Here the ship sailed out
in-to the blue and sun-ny morn.
Sweet-est sight ev-er seen.
And the night fol-lowed day,
and the sto-ry-tell-ers say,
that the score brave souls in-side.
Mmm, for man-y a lone-ly day
sailed a-cross the milk-y seas.
Ne磂r looked back,
nev-er feared,
nev-er cried.
Don磘 you hear my call?
Though you磖e man-y years a-way.
Don磘 you hear me call-in you?
Write your let-ters in the sand,
for the day I take your hand
in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew.
Don磘 you hear my call?
Don磘 you hear me call-in you?
Write your let-ters in the sand,
for the day I take your hand
in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew.
In the year of thir-ty-nine,
as-sem-bled here the vol-un-teers,
in the days when the lands were few.
Here the ship sailed out
in-to the blue and sun-ny morn.
Sweet-est sight ev-er seen.
And the night fol-lowed day,
and the sto-ry-tell-ers say,
that the score brave souls in-side.
Mmm, for man-y a lone-ly day
sailed a-cross the milk-y seas.
Ne磂r looked back,
nev-er feared,
nev-er cried.
Don磘 you hear my call?
Though you磖e man-y years a-way.
Don磘 you hear me call-in you?
Write your let-ters in the sand,
for the day I take your hand
in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew.
Don磘 you hear my call
though you磖e man-y years a-way?
Don磘 you hear me call-in you?
All your let-ters in the sand
can-not heal me like your hand.
For my life
still a-head,
pit-y me.
Don磘 you hear my call?
Don磘 you hear me call-in you?
Write your let-ters in the sand,
for the day I take your hand
in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew.
Don磘 you hear my call
though you磖e man-y years a-way?
Don磘 you hear me call-in you?
All your let-ters in the sand
can-not heal me like your hand.
For my life
still a-head,
pit-y me.
