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Karaoké Riding Out The Storm - Rodney Crowell

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Riding Out The Storm rendu célèbre par Rodney Crowell

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 identique à l'original : 83 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Do

Durée : 04:33 - Extrait à : 02:59

Date de sortie : 2003
Styles : Country, Rock, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Rodney Crowell

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

Paroles Riding Out The Storm

The New York city winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel
The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel
Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed
And the ghost of who he might have been lives on
Inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black
He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete
And he lies sleeping with an angel
While his heart pretends to beat
Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
I offered him my winter coat politely he refused
Like an educated man he spoke
With words I seldom use
He said I don't need pity for these choices are my own
He bowed his head just slightly and then quietly moved along
Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
Well it's not like he's a victim of this homeless life he stalks
Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks
Riding out the storm means yesterday's already spent
Tomorrow don't mean nothing it won't even make a dent
Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
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