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Que me van a hablar de amor<\/span><\/p>\n Interpretan: \u00a0\u00a0Carlos Gardel;\u00a0Jose Basso; Miguel \u00a0Calo;\u00a0Floreal Ruiz;\u00a0Eugenia Leon; Julio Sosa<\/span><\/p>\n <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Tuna Espa\u00f1a (Don Dudo) \u00a0 \u00a0 www.TunaEspana.com \u00a0 \u00a0www.TunaEspa\u00f1a.es<\/span><\/p>\n Ritmo: \u00a0Tango<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Que me van a hablar de amor Interpretan: \u00a0\u00a0Carlos Gardel;\u00a0Jose Basso; Miguel \u00a0Calo;\u00a0Floreal Ruiz;\u00a0Eugenia Leon; Julio Sosa Tuna Espa\u00f1a (Don Dudo) \u00a0 \u00a0 www.TunaEspana.com \u00a0 \u00a0www.TunaEspa\u00f1a.es Ritmo: \u00a0Tango G E7 Am7 Yo he vivido dando tumbos D7 rodando por el mundo G C7 y haciendome el destino… B7 Em Em\/D Y en los […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[24,311,263],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5653"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5653"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5653\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9339,"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5653\/revisions\/9339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5653"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5653"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tunaespana.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5653"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}G<\/strong> E7<\/strong> Am7<\/strong> \r\n Yo he vivido dando tumbos \r\n D7<\/strong> \r\nrodando por el mundo \r\n G<\/strong> C7<\/strong> \r\ny haciendome el destino... \r\nB7<\/strong> Em<\/strong> Em\/D<\/strong> \r\n Y en los charcos del camino, \r\n A7\/C#<\/strong> A7<\/strong> D7<\/strong> \r\nla experiencia me ha ayudado \r\n G<\/strong> \r\npor baquiano y por que ya \r\n E7<\/strong> Am7<\/strong> \r\ncomprendo que en la vida \r\n B7<\/strong> \r\nse cuidan los zapatos \r\n Em<\/strong> \r\nandando de rodillas. \r\n E7\/b9<\/strong> Am<\/strong> E7<\/strong> \r\nPor eso, \r\n\r\nAm<\/strong> Cm<\/strong> D7<\/strong> G<\/strong> \r\n me estan sobrando los consejos, \r\n G7\/b13<\/strong> C<\/strong> \r\nque en las cosas del amor \r\n Am<\/strong> D7\/F#<\/strong> \r\naunque tenga que aprender \r\n D7<\/strong> G<\/strong> G\/B<\/strong> A#\u00ba<\/strong> D7\/A<\/strong> G<\/strong> \r\nnadie sabe m\u00e1s que yo. \r\n\r\n E7<\/strong> Am<\/strong> Eb7<\/strong> \r\nYo anduve siempre en amores \r\nD7<\/strong> G<\/strong> C7<\/strong> B7<\/strong> \r\n \u00a1que me van a hablar de amor! \r\n\r\n Em<\/strong> F#7<\/strong> \r\n Si ayer la quise, qu\u00e9 importa \r\n B7<\/strong> Em<\/strong> Eb7<\/strong> \r\n\u00a1qu\u00e9 importa, si hoy no la quiero!, \r\nD7<\/strong> Gmaj7<\/strong> \r\neran sus ojos de cielo \r\n G\u00ba<\/strong> Am7<\/strong> \r\nel ancla m\u00e1s linda \r\n D7<\/strong> G<\/strong> \r\nque ataba mis sue\u00f1os; \r\nF#7<\/strong> B<\/strong> \r\nera mi amor, pero un d\u00eda \r\n G#m<\/strong> D\u00ba<\/strong> F#7<\/strong> \r\nse fue de mis cosas \r\n B<\/strong> Am7<\/strong> D7\/b9<\/strong> \r\ny entro a ser recuerdo. \r\nG<\/strong> E7<\/strong> Am<\/strong> Eb7<\/strong> \r\n Despues rode en mil amores... \r\nD7<\/strong> A7<\/strong> D7\/F#<\/strong> G<\/strong> \r\n \u00a1qu\u00e9 me van a hablar de amor! \r\n\r\nMuchas veces el invierno \r\nme ato desde la ausencia \r\nla soga del recuerdo. \r\nY yo siempre me he soltado \r\ncomo un potro mal domado \r\npor ma\u00f1ero, y porque yo \r\nque anduve enamorado \r\nrompi como una rosa \r\nlas cosas del pasado. \r\nY ahora, \r\nque estoy viviendo en otra aurora \r\nno me expliquen el amor \r\nque aunque tenga que aprender \r\nnadie sabe m\u00e1s que yo. \r\n\r\nyo anduve siempre en amores, \r\nque me van a hablar de amor? \r\n <\/span><\/pre>\n