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Karaoké The Ballad of Ira Hayes - Johnny Cash

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de The Ballad of Ira Hayes rendu célèbre par Johnny Cash

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

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Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo : variable (environ 181 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : La

Durée : 04:06 - Extrait à : 02:41

Date de sortie : 1964
Styles : Country, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Peter LaFarge
Adaptateur : Hugues Aufray

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Gather 'round me people
There is a story I would tell 'bout a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian a proud and noble band who farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches of thousand years the waters grew
Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole their water rights and the sparkling water stopped
Now, Ira's folks were hungry and their land grew crops of weeds
When war came
Ira volunteered and forgot the white man's greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
There they battled up
Iwo Jima hill
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Ira Hayes returned a hero celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian no water, no home, no chance at home nobody cared what Ira have done
And when did the Indians dance
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinking hard
Jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag and lower it
Like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water and a lonely ditch was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian nor the marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken
Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry and his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died

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