Musica de Al Scott del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Al Scott 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 Lyrics, 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
[Verse 1]
I see fences where there was no fence before
Flesh-tearing wire hasn't even rusted 'round the door
Oh aye, the beauty that I could show to you
Outside in the distance I hear something coming through
Oh I said, outside in the distance there is something coming through
[Chorus]
And outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go
There's an immigrant who's crouching with the bundle of his clothes
The bushes start a-rustling, so he takes to his toes
Just singing "This is the last of my shows..."
[Verse 2]
Here, beyond the wire, you turn the water black
The men around you paid a weekly wage, just to turn you back
Oh how they keep their petty kingdoms well in view
Outside in the distance I hear something coming through
Oh I said, outside in the distance there is something coming through
[Chorus]
And outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go
There's an immigrant who's crouching with the bundle of his clothes
The bushes start a-rustling, so he takes to his toes
Just singing "This is the last of my shows..."
[Verse 3]
A crossroads is no crossroads when there's but one route to take
Your fantasy of liberty is a red sign on the gate
I think these thoughts as I walk along a tree-lined avenue
Outside in the distance I hear something coming through
Oh I said, outside in the distance there is something coming through
[Chorus]
And outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go
There's an immigrant who's crouching with the bundle of his clothes
The bushes start a-rustling, so he takes to his toes
Just singing "This is the last of my shows..."