Bohemian Rhapsody

Bohemian rhapsody   


Is this the real life? 
Is this just fantasy? 
Caught in a landside, 
No escape from reality 
Open your eyes, 
Look up to the skies and see, 
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, 
Because I'm easy come, easy go, 
Little high, little low, 
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to 
me, to me 

Mamaaa, 
Just killed a man, 
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, 
now he's dead 
Mamaaa, life had just begun, 
But now I've gone and thrown it all away 
Mama, oooh, 
Didn't mean to make you cry, 
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, 
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters 

Too late, my time has come, 
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all 
the time 
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, 
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth 
Mama, oooh 
I don't want to die, 
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all. 

I see a little silhouetto of a man, 
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango! 

Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me 
Galileo, Galileo 
Galileo, Galileo 
Galileo, Figaro - magnificoo 

I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me 
He's just a poor boy from a poor family, 
Spare him his life from this monstrosity 
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go 
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go 
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go 
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go 
(Let me go) Will not let you go 
(Let me go)(Never) Never let you go 
(Let me go) (Never) let you go (Let me go) Ah 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no 
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go 
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, 
for meee 

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye 
So you think you can love me and leave me to die 
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, 
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here 

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, 
Nothing really matters, 
Nothing really matters to me 
Any way the wind blows...


Queen

Wish you were here

Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


Pink Floyd 

Brothers in arms

Brothers in arms


These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms


Dire Straits

Sultans Of Swing

Sultans of swing 


You get a shiver in the dark, 
It's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth
London town
Check out guitar george, he knows-all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make them cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all - he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesn't mind - if he doesn't, make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for friday night
With the sultans
We're the sultans of swing
Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the sultans
Yeah the sultans they play creole, creole
Lead 1:
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the sultans
We are the sultans of swing


Dire Straits 

colores 

We Will Rock You

We Will Rock You

We Will Rock You' a tu móvil

Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise.

Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day.

You got mud on yo’face.

You big disgrace.

Kickin’ your can all over the place.

Singin’

We will we will rock you.

We will we will rock you.

Buddy you’re a young man hard man.

Shoutin’ in the street gonna take on the world some day.

You got blood on yo’ face.

You big disgrace.

Wavin’ your bannner all over the place.

Singin’

We will we will rock you.

We will we will rock you.

Buddy you’re an old man poor man.

Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna make

you some peace some day.

You got mud on your face.

You big disgrace.

Somebody gonna put you back in your place.

We will we will rock you.

We will we will rock you.

Queen

Money for nothing

Money for nothing


Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it 
You play the guitar on the MTV 
That ain't working that's the way you do it 
Money for nothing and chicks for free 
Now that ain't working that's the way you do it 
Let me tell you them guys ain't dumb 
Maybe get a blister on your little finger 
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens 
Custom kitchen deliveries 
We gotta move these refrigerators 
We gotta move these colour TV's

See the little faggot 
With the earring and the make up 
Yeah buddy that's his own hair 
That little faggot got his own jet airplane 
That little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens 
Custom kitchens deliveries 
We gotta move these refrigerators 
We gotta move these colour TV's

I should've learned to play the guitar 
I should've learned to play them drums 
Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera 
Man we could have some fun 
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? 
Banging on the bongoes like a chimpanzee 
That ain't working that's the way you do it 
Get your money for nothing get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens 
Custom kitchen deliveries 
We gotta move these refrigerators 
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord

Now that ain't working that's the way you do it 
You play the guitar on the MTV 
That ain't working that's the way you do it 
Money for nothing and your chicks for free 
Money for nothing and chicks for free


Dire Straits