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Karaoké Ballad of Lucy Jordan - Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Ballad of Lucy Jordan rendu célèbre par Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

Formats inclus :

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...

Votre achat vous permet de télécharger cette vidéo dans tous ces formats, et ce sans limite.

À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo : variable (environ 104 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Mi

La chanson commence a cappella

Durée : 04:09 - Extrait à : 01:59

Date de sortie : 1974
Styles : Country, Folk, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Shel Silverstein

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

Paroles Ballad of Lucy Jordan

The mornin' sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreamin' of a thousand lovers
'Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinnin' 'round yeah
At the age of thirty-seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
And she let the phone keep ringin'
As she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized in her daddy's easy chair
Her husband
He was off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were oh so many ways for her to spend her day
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked down the shady street screamin' all the way
At the age of thirty-seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
And she let that phone keep ringin'
As she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized in her daddy's easy chair
Ooh yeah
The evenin' sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she'd climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtseyed to the man who reached and offered her his hand
And led her down to the long white car that waited uh past the crowd, yes
At the age of thirty-seven
She knew she'd found forever
As they rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair
Ooh, ooh yeah
With the wind in her hair
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
With the wind in her hair

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