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Informática 2 Tema 14


01-Marzo-2013

Tema:

14 Insertar.

Competencias:

3. Creatividad.

7. Uso de la tecnología.

Producto:

Archivo Word.

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El bajo eléctrico, también llamado sencillamente bajo, 1 es un instrumento musical de la familia de los cordófonos, similar en apariencia y construcción a la guitarra eléctrica, pero con un cuerpo de mayores dimensiones, un mástil de mayor longitud y escala y, normalmente, cuatro cuerdas afinadas según la afinación estándar del contrabajo.



El Ford GT es un automóvil superdeportivo que fue construido por Ford Motor Company desde 2003 hasta 2006. Se inició como un prototipo diseñado en previsión del centenario de Ford, y como parte de su campaña para exhibir y reactivar su "patrimonio" de nombres como Ford Mustango y Ford Thunderbird. Camilo Pardo, el jefe de Ford "Living Legends" estudio, se acredita como el jefe de diseño del GT y trabajó bajo la dirección de J Mays. Los diseñadores se inspiraron en el clásico Ford GT40, un coche de carreras de la década de 1960, el GT es a veces confundido con su predecesor de los años 60.



La guitarra acústica es un instrumento de cuerda bien temperado que cuenta con una caja de resonancia para la amplificación del sonido producido por la vibración de las cuerdas, un mástil, un diapasón o trastero, un clavijero y un puente donde se colocan las cuerdas.

Hay una gran variedad de este tipo de guitarras como la guitarra tipo country que se muestra en la imagen de la derecha, la guitarra española o clásica que es la más común, la guitarra con resonador cuyo sonido es producido por uno o más conos metálicos, entre otras.


INDICE

Canción 1.

Canción 2.

Canción 3.

THE SADNESS WILL NEVER END

Our legs begin to break, we’ve walked this path for far too long.My lungs, they start to ache. But still we carry on.

I'm choking on my words, like I gotta noose around my neck. I can't believe it's come to this, I can't believe it's got to this and dear, I fear, this ship is sinking tonight. I won't give up on you; these scars won't tear us apart. Don't give up on me, it's not too late for us & I'll save you from yourself.

I'm not coming home tonight cos' dear I fear, cos' dear I fear this ship is sinking. Is there hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I taste the failure on your lips.

Are they hope for us? Can we make it out alive? I can taste the failure. Close your eyes, there's nothing we can do. But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves; you're trapped in your past like its six feet under.

Try to numb the pain with alcohol and pills, but it won't repair your trust. You can't stand on two fucking feet with a substance as a crutch I won't give up on you - we'll play this symphony of sympathy.

NOT THE AMERICAN AVERAGE



All the things that you said were it all in my head? Come on baby Keep it down, honey hush your lips

Clothes trailing from the backdoor to the bedroom and I don’t even know your name (Woo) Give me all you’ve got Make this night worth my time Make this worth my time

Oh what I would give to live this night again I knew when I first saw you you’d fuck like a whore that this would be a night to remember Hope they hear you screaming for more

Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze my lips, your poison they bring you down to your knees Girl get down it’s almost over Take it all the way

You stupid fucking whore And after all of all my dreaming being only you You’re standing there baby oh the things that I could do Back to the wall with a drink in my hand Baby back it up and ride, ride, ride

She’s screaming with your back against the wall, with your face buried in the pillow I feel you cold, I see you heartless.

"#OIMATEWTF"

What the fuck


Should I have done?
What the fuck
Should I have done?

Say what you mean 


The future isn't what it used to be
You tore out my heart
But I have found it again
Say what you mean
The future isn't what we used to be
You tore out my heart 
But I found you bitch

Move bitch


Get out the way
Get out of the way bitch
My hands are full
My mind is straight 

I'd hate to break this to you


You were never anything to me (anything to me)
The sharing of saliva
I'll spit it right back in your face

Am I losing my mind (wasting my time)


Raptured in these chapters
How do you turn the page?
When you're stuck in an empty place

So what when I met you


So what if I gave it to you
The wrong impression (the wrong impression)

What the fuck


Should I have done?
What the fuck
Should I have done?

You were my drug.I hope you fucking dieExcuse me I told you to move


Excuse me I told you to move.


Luis Fernando Islas Linarte Grupo: 218




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