Musica de Allison Veltz Cruz 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 Allison Veltz Cruz 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
[Verse 1]
There's an Oklahoma road
Leads to some bricks near a pine tree grove
Where Mama fit a million memories
Inside eleven hundred square feet
Just a know-it-all kid, not afraid to mouth off
Always showing up late with my muddy boots on
I was hell on wheels, looking for a get gone
But how'd you do it, Ma?
[Chorus]
You never asked for nothing, never made it about you
Oughta be a medal for the hell you went through
Shining up on display
The whole world oughta know your name
Ain't a gold trophy big enough to thank you
Mama, just know every time you walk through
That little white house with that hall full of picture frames
You're walking in the hall of fame
[Verse 2]
Funny how I was MVP
Ninth grade ball, thought it was all about me, but
I'da never made the team
Without them miles in your old Ford Jeep
Yeah, you put your dreams in the backseat
[Chorus]
You never asked for nothing, never made it about you
Oughta be a medal for the hell you went through
Shining up on display
The whole world oughta know your name
Ain't a gold trophy big enough to thank you
Mama, just know every time you walk through
That little white house with that hall full of picture frames
You're walking in the hall of fame
[Bridge]
Front steps, front door, on up that staircase
You're walking in the hall of fame
May be just a house down the street with no name
You're walking in the hall of fame
Front steps, front door, on up that staircase
You're walking in the hall of fame
May be just a house down the street with no name
You're walking in the hall of fame
[Outro]
There's an Oklahoma road
Leads to some bricks near a pine tree grove
Where mama fit a million memories
Inside eleven hundred square feet