Musica de Allday del Genero: Dance Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Dance son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Allday tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Dance, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
[Verse 1: The Veronicas]
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel
A boutique and a swinging hot spot
[Chorus: The Veronicas & Allday]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
[Verse 2: The Veronicas]
They took all the trees, put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see 'em
[Chorus: The Veronicas & Allday]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
[Verse 3: Allday]
Well, I went down the coast, but there's no coral reef
'Cause Adani stole the coal, so all the coral's bleached
So I went to the city, but I don't wanna breath
'Cause the smog in the air just makes me cough and wheeze
Goin' stir crazy like Milo, high as trees until it drops me
Thought I had depression but I just needed a coffee
And the Amazon's dyin' but we got Amazon Prime
Too busy to be angry so they carry on lyin'
Well, there's a plastic island in our ocean that I heard about
We gotta turn around this shit before it burns us out
We focus on our differences, but we should kill the billionaires
Invest in local businesses, grow potatoes, spinachs
Might need my head checked, might need McAfee
I grew up on some poison, they called it McHappy
I guess you don't know what you got till it's packin'
And it speeds down the road in a big yellow taxi
[Chorus (Extended): The Veronicas & Allday]
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
Ohh-bop-bop-bop
Ohh-bop-bop-bop