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Karaoké Synchronicity II - The Police

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Synchronicity II rendu célèbre par The Police

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 160 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : La

Durée : 05:09 - Extrait à : 03:07

Date de sortie : 1983
Styles : Rock, Indé & Alternatif, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Sting

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

Paroles Synchronicity II

Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark
Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark
Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away

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