Otros Ejercicios
Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
de Dire Straits
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a damn about any band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a damn about any band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
