הכל הכל הכל על גיטרות..!

היו'ש 

כמה זמן לא עידכנתי אז סתם מידע מעניין:

כמעט הפכו לרינגטונים שלי :

our song של טיילור שיפט שיר ממש מקסים 

שיר הנושא של לחיות עם דרק

 של האחים ג'ונאס when you lock me in eyes

והרינגטון שלי:

  מהייסקול מיוזיקל 4 Right Here, Right Now

טוב אז לנושא אחר

אממלהה ..

למה השתנה הכתב ?

יופי, הוא השתנה שוב (!)

אוקיי במסגרת הבלוג, החלטתי ללמד את אלה שפשוט יש להם גיטרה בבית

אבל שיעור עולה יקר מידי או שסתם לא בא להם אז..

החלטתי למד אתכם אקורדים ותווים אבל

אני רוצה שמספיק ילדים ירשמו לי בתגובות שאתם רוצים , כי אתן יודעים אני לא יעשה סתם

אז... מי שרוצה ללמוד שישלח לי תגובה ויהיה פאן... [= (מה 'כפת לכם לשלוח? מה אתם מתאמצים? אומרים לכם

חינם אז תעשו 1+1 )

טוב תשמעו עכשיו את :

our song  

איזה יפה לא?

our songD Em G A x2

      D                      Em                 G                 A
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
           D                  Em
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
    G          A
The other on my heart
D                       Em
I look around, turn the radio down
        G                 A
He says baby is something wrong?
  D                 Em                G               A
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
And he says...

D               Em
Our song is the slamming screen door,
G                          A
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
D                  Em                 G
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
           A                        D
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
                Em
Our song is the way you laugh
    G                         A
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
Em             A                       Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
          D   G
Asking God if he could play it again

D Em G A

D                    Em                      G          A
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
    D                      Em
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
    G                A
And lost and thrown away
D                   Em             G            A
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
  D                    Em
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
G                A
And the note that said...

D               Em
Our song is the slamming screen door,
G                          A
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
D                  Em                 G
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
           A                        D
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
                Em
Our song is the way you laugh
    G                         A
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
Em             A                       Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
          D   G
Asking God if he could play it again

D Em G A
        Da da da da
D Em G A

     Em                          G
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
D          A            Em
Waited for something to come along
            G
That was as good as our song

D                     Em
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
G                          A         D
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
                  Em                      G
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
               A                   D
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
                Em
Our song is the way he laughs
    G                         A
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
Em             A                       Em
And when I got home ... before I said amen
          D   G                 D Em G A
Asking God if he could play it again...

         D Em G A    D Em G A
Play it again... Ho yea ho yea

      D                      Em
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
       G                 A
In the front seat of his car
D                      Em
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
      G
And I... wrote down our song                                                                        love karin

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