Biografía:
Hoje em dia, "Oh, Honey" (algo como, oh querido) não é apenas algo que murmurou sob sua respiração no bar. Em vez disso, é algo que vale a pena cantar para fora. Em Brooklyn (um bairro famoso de Nova Iorque, Estados Unidos) - ironicamente - fazendas de mel parece aumentar, especialmente para os moradores de Williamsburg. Não é apenas uma maneira de fazer face às despesas, o mel produzido por essas fazendas vale a pena comentar, realmente vale a pena cantar.
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¡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!
[Intro]
E E/G# A E E/G# A
[Verse 1]
E A E A
Maybe we got it all wrong, wasting time pretending we’re strong
C#m A
Pull over the car to the side of the road,
E F#m
Let’s talk it out under the cigarette glow
C#m A E
Maybe we were right all along
[Chorus]
A E A
Stop looking down, one man’s water is another man’s wine,
E C#m
Somebody’s daughter winds up somebody’s bride
F#
Even three words can hurt you sometimes,
A E
Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven are the stars in the sky
[Verse 2]
E A
Lace me up, let me trip in those boots
E A
There’s no such thing as a lover’s heart, that ain’t felt black and blue
C#m A
I’d rather we fight, use the words as our guns,
E F#m
Leave as the leader of an army of one
C#m A E
Maybe we were right all along
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
B A
Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven are the stars in the sky
B A
Maybe life is just a road trip between ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’
C#m A E
So let’s stop the wondering, see what’s on the other side
[Chorus]
[Ending]
A E
Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven are the stars in the sky
E E/G# A E E/G# A
[Verse 1]
E A E A
Maybe we got it all wrong, wasting time pretending we’re strong
C#m A
Pull over the car to the side of the road,
E F#m
Let’s talk it out under the cigarette glow
C#m A E
Maybe we were right all along
[Chorus]
A E A
Stop looking down, one man’s water is another man’s wine,
E C#m
Somebody’s daughter winds up somebody’s bride
F#
Even three words can hurt you sometimes,
A E
Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven are the stars in the sky
[Verse 2]
E A
Lace me up, let me trip in those boots
E A
There’s no such thing as a lover’s heart, that ain’t felt black and blue
C#m A
I’d rather we fight, use the words as our guns,
E F#m
Leave as the leader of an army of one
C#m A E
Maybe we were right all along
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
B A
Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven are the stars in the sky
B A
Maybe life is just a road trip between ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’
C#m A E
So let’s stop the wondering, see what’s on the other side
[Chorus]
[Ending]
A E
Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven are the stars in the sky
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