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Martina McBride - come see what you're missing.

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posted on Jul, 2 2007 @ 03:44 PM

McBride, with her strong soprano voice, has been labeled the "Celine Dion of country music".[6] McBride, like Dion, is noted for her vocal range, power, and minimal use of melisma.

My Favorite is

Broken Wing :

She loved like he was the last man on earth. gave him everything she ever had.
He’d break her spirit down, then come lovin’ up on her. give a little, then
Take it back. she’d tell him about her dreams - he’d just shoot ’em down. lord,
He loved to make her cry. "you’re crazy for believin’ you’ll ever leave the
Ground." he said "only angels know how to fly."
And with a broken wing, she still sings. she’ keeps an eye on the sky. with a
Broken wing, she carries her dreams. man, you ought to see her fly.
One sunday mornin’, she didn’t go to church. he wondered why she didn’t leave.
He went up to her bedroom, found a note by the window, with the curtains
Blowin’ in the breeze, and with a broken wing, she still sings. she keeps an
Eye on the sky. with a broken wing, she carries her dreams. man, you ought to
See her fly. with a broken wing, she carries her dreams. man, you ought to see
Her fly. (with a broken wing oooooh)

posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 11:38 AM
awww, no love for Martina... that's a shame... :shk::shk::shk:

She has a beautiful voice and is nice to look at

posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 12:00 PM
I love her too!

I think concrete angel was a mater piece, Made me Cry so much,

"she walks to school with a lunch she packed
nobody knows what she's holding back
wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
she hides the bruises with the linen and lace
the teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
it's hard to see the pain behind the mask
bearing the burden of a secret storm
sometimes she wishes she was never born

CHORUS: through the wind
and the rain
she stands hard as a stone
in a world that she can't rise above
but her dreams
give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved
concrete angel

somebody cries in the moon of the night
the neighbors hear but they turn out the light
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
when morning comes it'll be too late


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