Почему эту песню в исполнении англоязычных исполнителей я на слух понимаю, а тут на половине слов ломаюсь? И да, вот эта современная "драмтургия": нет истерики -- нет игры. В целом плохо. Произношение так себе, персонажа нет, идея не раскрыта, переживания нет. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-t9ilBHkH9Io.html&start_radio=1 вот этому парню веришь больше.
Полная параша. Обосрать такую песню ублюдским вокалом , что мужской, что женский. Послушайте интернет коллабы как ее перепевают. Эти 2 колхозника и рядом не стояли со своим блеяньем
He's good, but I can understand why most of the judges didn't turn around. He sounded liked a Michael Jackson impersonator. If he didn't rap, I don't think the one judge would have turned.
Если бы я не слышал эту песню в исполнении Джона Барроумена, то я подумал бы, что Панайотов шикарно спел. Но увы, я слышал Джона и он круче всех, в том числе круче Селин Дион это поёт!
Caraca que vozes.... que dupla.... que Musica linda... me fez voltar aos meus tempos de menino.. quando ficava deitado no sofa com meu diskman viajando pelas estradas do pensamento.... Caraca que gostoso... Nostaugia total....
Party girls don't get hurt Can't feel anything, when will I learn I push it down, push it down I'm the one "for a good time call" Phone's blowin' up, they're ringin' my doorbell I feel the love, feel the love 1,2,3, 1,2,3, drink 1,2,3, 1,2,3, drink 1,2,3, 1,2,3, drink Throw em back, till I lose count I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night Feel my tears as they dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier And I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Help me, I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight Sun is up, I'm a mess Gotta get out now, gotta run from this Here comes the shame, here comes the shame 1,2,3, 1,2,3, drink 1,2,3, 1,2,3, drink 1,2,3, 1,2,3, drink Throw em back till I lose count I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night Feel my tears as they dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier And I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Help me, I'm holding on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight On for tonight
