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Hank Williams Jr

Sounds Like Justice

Hank Williams Jr

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Dificuldade: medio | Estilo: country | Sentimento: séria, sombria | Ocasião: bar, show, festival country | Tags: country, americana, violao, medio, hank williams jr, sombria, serio

"Sounds Like Justice" é uma música do cantor americano de country rock, Hank Williams Jr.. A canção faz parte do álbum "127 Rose Avenue",

lançado em 2009 pela Curb Records. Aqui estão os principais aspectos da música: Temática e Letra: A música aborda um tema sombrio e justiceiro, comum em certas narrativas country. A letra conta a história de um homem que abusou de uma criança vizinha e foi preso. No entanto, a justiça oficial é retratada como branda ("colocaram ele preso por um tempinho"). A "Justiça": A segunda parte da letra descreve um desfecho violento onde o criminoso é encontrado morto na cela, sugerindo que alguém fez justiça com as próprias mãos ("Alguém o mandou direto pro inferno"). O título sugere que essa ação final é o que o narrador considera a verdadeira justiça. Estilo Musical: Fiel ao estilo de Hank Williams Jr. (filho da lenda Hank Williams), a música mistura o country tradicional com uma atitude mais agressiva do rock sulista. Contexto: Lançada no álbum 127 Rose Avenue, que trouxe um som com toques de Southern Rock, a música reflete o estilo "outlaw country" (country fora da lei) que marcou a carreira de Bocephus (apelido de Hank Jr.). Wikipedia

E He lived right across the street A It was on the news for the world to see B7 They caught him with his hands on a neighbor's child E Now he swore he'd never done it before and he E cried before the judge in court so they E sent him away for just a little while E Mornin' found him in his cell A Somebody sent him straight to hell B7 Beggin' for mercy down on his knees E Sounds like justice to me [Refrão] E Go on, do your dirty work A In your tailored suit and your clean white shirt B7 You don't care who you hurt E Dealer sellin, dealin' lies E and hide inside a little glass pipe A So you don't care who dies B7 This can't go on, I gotta believe E Hey that's Gabriel's horn blowin' on the breeze E Sounds like justice to me verse 2 E Mom and Pop had a corner store, It had A been there thirty years or more E And they'd been robbed about a hundred times E Punk walked in like he owned the place A Said give up the money as he slapped his face E He didn't know Pops had a .45 B7 They found him face down on the floor B7 Dude never made it to the door B7 Pop said I learned in the Army how to point and squeeze And it sounds like justice to me [Refrão] E Go on, do your dirty work A In your tailored suit and your clean white shirt E You don't care who you hurt E Dealer sellin, dealin' lies A and hide inside a little glass pipe E So you don't care who dies B7 It's gonna catch up to ya buddy, I gotta believe B7 Hey that's Gabriel's horn blowin' on the breeze E Sounds like justice to me Instrumental BREAK B7 Listen up That's Gabriel's horn blowin' on the breeze E Sounds like justice to me Sounds like justice to me SPOKEN (Vamp on E) Keep messin' around You're gonna meet the wrong dude in town You reap what you sew
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