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ten thousand fists in the air

Sons of plunder es uno de los temas que compone el disco de Disturbed, Ten Thousand fists de Septiembre de 2005.

Fue disco de platino en Australia, Canada y USA, disco de oro en Nueva Zelanda y disco de plata en el Reino Unido, lo que le valió a la banda como consagración a un trabajo bien hecho.

Este tema esta compuesto para afinación C# Drop lo que le da un peso considerable.
Por mi parte lo de siempre.
Que os sirva y que os guste.





Letras y tablaturas de "Sons of Plunder" (Dsiturbed)


Tablatura guitarra Sons of Plunder Disturbed
Como siempre las tabs
Imprimibles y descargables.
"Sons of plunder"
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
You say you've found yourself a new sound
The shit's loaded and ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the hundredth time
One hundred more, all have the same sound
Running around with all the sheep that you know
"It's so sublime, they're breaking new ground"
"They're sure to have another hit this time"
Come on
Can't you just leave it alone?
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know
[Chorus:]
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
You like it?
I'm still surrounded by the "new sound"
I've had enough and I'm ready to go
A strangle-hold throughout the world now
The new obsession will fade in time
A thin reminder of the past now
All convoluted hardly ready to go
Their whines and moans will never last now
I think you've given us our fill this time
Come on
Can't you just leave it alone?
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away
Makes me question just what I believe
Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved
Makes me search for an answer
I don't want to know
It's like a plague from below
Killing all that I know
One hundred voices the same
Drench their sorrow in flame
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me(x2)
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me (x2)
You like it?
Tell me you like it (x4)

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