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Karaoké Black Rose - Volbeat & Danko Jones

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Black Rose rendu célèbre par Volbeat
feat. Danko Jones

Formats inclus :

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

Votre achat vous permet de télécharger cette vidéo dans tous ces formats, et ce sans limite.

À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo identique à l'original : 162 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Mi

La chanson commence a cappella

Durée : 03:55 - Extrait à : 01:54

Date de sortie : 2016
Styles : Rock, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Michael Poulsen

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles 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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