Biografía:
James Andrew Arthur nacido el 2 de marzo de 1988 es un cantante y compositor británico que saltó a la fama tras ser el ganador de The X Factor (UK) en 2012.
Su single debut, «Impossible», debutó en el #1 de las listas de singles del Reino Unido y lleva vendidas más de un millón de copias.
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Otras canciones:
- Can I Be Him
- Certain Things
- Empty Space
- Falling Like The Stars
- Get Down
- Impossible
- Naked
- Say You Won't Let Go
- Say You Won't Let Me Go
- Say You Wont Let Go
- You're Nobody 'til Somebody Loves You
- Long Live The King
- Recovery
- Say You Won’t Let Go
- You’re Nobody ‘Til Somebody Loves You
- Alright
- Always
- At My Weakest
- Back From The Edge
- Beat The Bullies
- Beautiful Lies
- Brokenhearted
- Cant Take My Eyes Off You
- Coming Home For Summer
- Confessions
- Emergency
- Everybodys Asking Questions
- Fade
- Faded
- Finally
- Hold On
- Hometown Glory
- I Am
- I Cant Take My Eyes Off You
- I Need A Friend
- I Unproudly Present
- If Only
- Ill Reach You
- Is This Love
- Its Not Over
- Kryptonite
- Last Time
- Let Me Love The Lonely
- Let Me Win It
- Lets Go Home Together
- Live Like A Queen
- New Tattoo
- Phoenix
- Prisoner
- Remember Who I Was
- Roses
- Safe Inside
- Sermon
- Shape Of You
- Skeletons
- Smoke Clouds
- Sos
- Suicide
- Sun Comes Up
- Superman
- Supposed Acoustic
- Sweet Dreams
- The Truth
- Thinking Out Loud
- Train Wreck
- Tuesday
- When We Were Young
- Wrecking Ball
- You Deserve Better
- Young
- Youre Nobody Til Somebody Loves You
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Chords used: Em C G B
{--
The plucking pattern starts on the A string and you pluck every string on the way
up to the (High) E string, then you pluck your way back down to the A string and
then start again.
Example:
e|-------------------------------0-------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------0-------------0------------------------------------|
G|------------------0--------------------------0-----------------------------|
D|-----------2-----------------------------------------2---------------------|
A|-----2------------------------------------------------------2--------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
--}
Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest,
B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re fucking chronic.
C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Verse 2:
Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.
C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
B
What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me?
Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
B
Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown.
Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from
B
you, why don’t you get it right?
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D (start full out strumming)
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
(stop full out strumming)C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
{--
The plucking pattern starts on the A string and you pluck every string on the way
up to the (High) E string, then you pluck your way back down to the A string and
then start again.
Example:
e|-------------------------------0-------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------0-------------0------------------------------------|
G|------------------0--------------------------0-----------------------------|
D|-----------2-----------------------------------------2---------------------|
A|-----2------------------------------------------------------2--------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
--}
Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest,
B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re fucking chronic.
C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Verse 2:
Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.
C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
B
What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me?
Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
B
Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown.
Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from
B
you, why don’t you get it right?
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D (start full out strumming)
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
(stop full out strumming)C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
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