Biografía:
The Police surge en Londres en 1977, año de crispación, delincuencia y paro en el Reino Unido, causas del malestar social que hizo a la juventud comenzar a adorar a cuatro chavales que gritaban, despotricaban contra la monarquía y bebían mucha cerveza (y se metían lo que no era cerveza), Los Sex Pistols. En pleno auge del movimiento punk, en el que el virtuosismo instrumental y las letras carentes de insultos y política estaban relegados a un segundo plano, eran las bandas realmente buenas las que salían adelante.
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Otras canciones:
- Bombs Away
- Bring On The Night
- Can't Stand Losing You
- De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
- Dead End Job
- Dont Stand So Close To Me
- Every Breath You Take
- Invisible Sun
- King Of Pain
- Landlord
- Message In A Bottle
- Miss Gradenko
- Next To You
- Roxanne
- So Lonely
- Tea In The Sahara
- Truth Hits Everybody
- Walking On The Moon
- Wrapped Around Your Finger
- Born In The 50S
- Canary In A Coalmine
- Cant Stand Losing You
- Contact
- Deathwish
- Does Everyone Stare
- Driven To Tears
- Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
- I Burn For You
- Im Sorry Babe
- Its Alright For You
- Man In A Suitcase
- No Time This Time
- On Any Other Day
- One World Not Three
- Peanuts
- Someone To Talk To
- Synchronicity Ii
- The Beds Too Big Without You
- Truth Hits Everyody
- When The World Is Running Down
¡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: | B / / / | B / C / |
| C# / / / | D / / / |
E7 F7 E7
I don't want to rent a house from you
E7 D#7 E7
I don't know how you can expect me to
E7 F7 E7
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
E7
Too many homeless on the streets at night
A7 A#7 A7
You own a street and a block of flats
A7 G#7 A7
You earn your living like the other rats
A7 A#7 A7
You've no morality, what do you care
A7
You deal in poverty, you buy despair
E(VII) A D
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
E(VII) A D
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
E(VII) A D
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
E(VII) A D B C
D
I've got no weapons, gonna get me so-ome
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You go and call yourself a business man |
You're just a parasite on Pyllosan |
You're just a middle class middle aged shit |
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit |
|
You own a street and a block of flats |
You earn your living like the other rats | X 2
You've no morality, what do you care |
You deal in poverty, you buy despair |
|
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes |
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some |
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes |
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some |
(x2, the 1st time, x3 the 2nd time ^^) |
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B C C# D
Oh no! You a landlord
B C C# D
You a landlord
B C C# D
You a landlord
E(Hold) E
Oh, you're my landlord!
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