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Muzikaliteit

 

Om te beginnen, t origineel is ook leuk ^^. Ik zie eik heel weinig foutjes in jouw tekst, maar dat komt denk ik ook doordat het nogal aan elkaar vastgeknoopte zang is, dus kan je makkelijk wat nieuwe tekst erop verzinnen. Ik vind vooral die het sfeer dat het liedje heeft erg leuk met jowu versie van de tekst.

 

Tekst

 

Leuk bedacht, en een beetje synoniemig van het origineel, amar toch anders in Pokemon stijl. Ik vind hem erg leuk, jammer dat niet alles is veranderd, daardoor is het natuurlijk wel een stuk makkelijker, maar er word bij deze wedstrijd gekeken naar het resultaat, nieteens zo zeer naar de inzet ^_^ Ik vintum erg leuk en het is een klein verhaaltje met een leuke sfeer.

 

9,0/10

 

 

House of the Rising Sun

 

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And it's been the ruin
of many a young poor boy
And, God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing he ever needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Oh, Mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.

With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I know he's back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And its been the ruin
of many a young poor boy
And God, I know I'm one,
And God, I know I'm one.

The Gym of Ground.

There is a house in Bataar,
They call the ‘Ground Gym’
And it’s been the loss
of many a young trainer
And, God, I know I’m one.

My mother was a Rocket
Sued by a local court
My father was a gym leader
Down in Bataar.

Now the only thing he ever needs
Is a pokéball and a bucket
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s in a match.

Oh, Professor tell your trainers
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in joy and innocence
Away from the Gym in Bataar.

With one foot on the match field
And the other foot in his bar
I know he’s there in Bataar
To defeat that innocent trainer

Well there is a house in Bataar
They call the ‘Ground Gym’
And it’s been the loss
Of many a young trainer
And God, I know I’m one,
And God, I know I’m one.