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Video Karaoke The Fever - Garth Brooks

Este tema es una versión de The Fever, que popularizó Garth Brooks

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 182 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: LA

Duración: 02:39 - Escuchar en: 01:56

Fecha de publicación: 1995
Géneros: Country, En inglés
Autor: Daniel Bruce Roberts
Compositor original: Bryan Glenn Kennedy, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler

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Letra The Fever

Yeah
He's got a split finger wrap and his rope's pulled way too tight
He's got a lunatic smile 'cos he's really drawn deep tonight
He's got a fever a fever, a fever, fever
Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight
It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
We're all here 'cos he's not all there tonight
He takes one last breath and time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open to the world he dreams about
He's got a fever a fever, a fever, a fever
Stick a rope on anything 'cos he don't care
He'd even take a ride in an electric chair
We're all here 'cos he's not all there tonight
He says it's really kind of simple keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins 'round and 'round
Take heed to Sankey's preachin' keep liftin' and reachin'
And ridin' like there ain't no clowns, aoh
Hey, what he loves might kill him but he's got no choice
He's a different breed with a voice down deep inside
Whoa, that's screamin' he was born to ride
He's got a fever a fever, a fever, a fever
Fever makes you crazy 'cos it makes no sense
Like runnin' from your shadow out of self-defense
He won't run and baby he can't hide
He thinks the odds are even leavin' one hand tied
He gets so tired of hangin' on so tight
I know you think he's crazy well I think you're right
We're all here 'cos he's not all there that's right

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