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Onomatopoeia (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Onomatopoeia every time i see ya
My senses tell me hubba
And i just can’t disagree
I get a feeling in my heart that i can’t describe
It’s sort of lub, dub, lub, dub
A sound in my head that i can’t describe
It’s sort of zoom, zip, hiccup, drip
Ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack

Onomatopoeia in proximity ya
Rearrange my brain in a strange cacophony
I get a feeling somewhere that i can’t describe
It’s sort of uh, uh, uh, uh
A sound in my head that i can’t describe
It’s sort of whack, whir, wheeze, whine
Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape
Clink, clank, clunk, clatter
Crash, bang, beep, buzz
Ring, rip, roar, retch
Twang, toot, tinkle, thud
Pop, plop, plunk, pow
Snort, snuk, sniff, smack
Screech, splash, squish, squeek
Jingle, rattle, squeel, boing
Honk, hoot, hack, belch

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Onomatopoeia (Letra)

John Prine

John Prine

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Forty-five minutes
Forty-five cents
Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
Singing, hey brother
Look what we got for you
We’re gonna rope off an area
And put on a show
From the canadian border
Down to mexico
It might be the most
Potentially gross
Thing that we could possibly do
Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
We’ll record it live
And that’s no jive.
Hold it! stop it! no! no! no! no!
Bang! went the pistol.
Crash! went the window.
Ouch! went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia
I don’t wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.

Knock! knock! hello!
Can i come in?
Gee, that was a wonderful show!
Oh, you haven’t gone on yet?
Well, how was i supposed to know?
Hey! we got a great date
It’s really downtown
We’re gonna get the grand canyon
To do the sound
It’s a boxing ring
But it might be the thing
To really put you in the dough
Listen little brother, don’t ya get us wrong
Why we even know the words to your song
Just say i do
And we’ll lay it on you
You! you! and me! me! me!
Bang! went the pistol
Crash! went the window
Ouch! went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia
I don’t want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.