Qual o tom original da musica Pro?

A cifra de Pro de The Luck of the Irish (John Lennon) esta identificada no tom de G. Voce tambem pode usar os controles da pagina para subir ou descer o tom conforme a sua voz.

Como mudar o tom da cifra Pro?

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A cifra Pro serve para violao e guitarra?

Sim. A cifra foi organizada com acordes para estudo, ensaio e execucao em violao ou guitarra. Quando houver tablatura, voce pode exibir ou ocultar esse conteudo na propria pagina.

Que tipo de musica e Pro?

Pro de The Luck of the Irish (John Lennon) esta classificada no CifraNET como Cifra musical, com foco em letra, acordes e pratica musical.

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The Luck of the Irish (John Lennon)

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Video da musica

G G  intro

(G)If you had the (C)luck of the (G)Irish
(Bm)You'd be sorry and (C)wish you were (D)dead
(G)You should have the (C)luck of the (G)Irish
And you'd (Bm)wish you was (D)English (G)instead!

A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn!

If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn

In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland

If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone

Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids the IRA
As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!

If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you was dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead!

G G  intro

(G)If you had the (C)luck of the (G)Irish
(Bm)You'd be sorry and (C)wish you were (D)dead
(G)You should have the (C)luck of the (G)Irish
And you'd (Bm)wish you was (D)English (G)instead!

A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn!

If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn

In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland

If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone

Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids the IRA
As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!

If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you was dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead!

G G intro (G)If you had the (C)luck of the (G)Irish (Bm)You'd be sorry and (C)wish you were (D)dead (G)You should have the (C)luck of the (G)Irish And you'd (Bm)wish you was (D)English (G)instead! A thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn! If you could keep voices like flowers There'd be shamrock all over the world If you could drink dreams like Irish streams Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn In the 'Pool they told us the story How the English divided the land Of the pain, the death and the glory And the poets of auld Eireland If we could make chains with the morning dew The world would be like Galway Bay Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns The world would be one big Blarney stone Why the hell are the English there anyway? As they kill with God on their side Blame it all on the kids the IRA As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide! If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you was dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead! Yes you'd wish you was English instead!

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