Нам кажется, мы знаем все о месте, в котором живем: мы знаем наших соседей, владельца ближайшего магазинчика, парня, который постоянно выгуливает собаку в парке. Но что, если мыслить чуть масштабнее? Как насчет всей планеты Земля или даже нашей галактики? Знаете ли вы, что происходит там, в открытом космосе?
Очень часто разные космические объекты врезаются друг в друга. Это могут быть метеоры и планеты, кометы и звезды или даже черные дыры. Столкновения черных дыр такие мощные, что по всему космосу разносятся гравитационные волны. Благодаря некоторым специальным детекторам мы можем услышать звук этих столкновений здесь, на Земле! Интересно, на что он похож!
Pitbull ft. Blake Shelton Get Ready (Official Video)
Lyrics:
You get on that horse, you better ride
Pa’arriba
We’re here for a long time (Blake Shelton)
We’re here for a good time
Pa’ Abajo
We’re here for a long time (it’s cowboy Casanova)
We’re here for a good time
Pa’ Centro
We’re here for a long time
We’re here for a good time
Pa’ Dentro
If you’re here for a good time put your hands up
Now say it
eeeyyyyoooooo
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Bam-ba-lam
Get ready to ride
Bam-ba-lam
Get ready worldwide
Wildin’ out, fill my cup to the tip
Ridin’ out to Atlantic City
Hardrock, yeah we opened it
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 for the win
Got ‘em, that boy so solid
That’s what happens when you come from the bottom
305 Paradise City, where the girls got big ol’ booties and so pretty
Now shake that thang (shake that, shake that)
Work that thang (work that, work that)
Drop that thang (drop that, drop that)
Put your hands up
Now say it
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Bam-ba-lam
Get ready to ride
Bam-ba-lam
Get ready worldwide
Eeeeeeyyoooooooo
ilov305 on the strip
Go ahead girl, get loose get lit
Go ahead girl, get it in get it in
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 for the win
Got ‘em, that boy so solid
That’s what happens when you come from the bottom
305 Magic City, where the girls got big ol’ booties and so pretty
Now shake that thang (shake that, shake that)
Work that thang (work that, work that)
Drop that thang (drop that, drop that)
Put your hands up
Now say it
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Bam-ba-lam
Get ready to ride
Bam-ba-lam
Break it down
If you want a good time
If you want a good time
Let me hear you say hey
(Everybody say hey)
If you want a good time
If you want a good time
Let me hear you say hey
(Everybody say hey)
If you want a good time
If you want a good time
Let me hear you say hey
(Everybody say hey)
If you want a good time
If you want a good time
Get ‘em up, get ‘em up, get ‘em up
Put your hands up
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Whoa, get ready (Bam-ba-lam)
Get ready to ride
Oye Blake, let’s take them around the world
Get your Milan, Bam-ba-lam
Miami, LA, New York, Dubai
Dubai, Japan, Bam-ba-lam
ATL, Nashville, to the Chi
Eastside, westside, Bam-ba-lam
I tell the truth, even when I lie
The official Bohemian Rhapsody music video. Taken from Queen — Greatest Video Hits 1. Lyrics below:
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because Im easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now hes dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Bodys aching all the time
Goodbye everybody — Ive got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo — (anyway the wind blows)
I dont want to die
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning — very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro — magnifico
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go — will you let me go
Bismillah! No — we will not let you go — let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go — let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go — let me go
Will not let you go — let me go (never)
Never let you go — let me go
Never let me go — ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no — Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby — cant do this to me baby
Just gotta get out — just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters — nothing really matters to me