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Karaoké Streets of New York - The Wolfe Tones

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Streets of New York rendu célèbre par The Wolfe Tones

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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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À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo : variable (environ 52 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Si♭, Do

Durée : 04:44 - Extrait à : 03:33

Date de sortie : 1981
Styles : Celtique, Folk, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Liam Reilly

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

Paroles Streets of New York

I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams
Take your time said me father
Stop rushin' like hell and remember all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellows would cut you for the coat on your back or the watch that you got from your mother
So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well and will you give this wee note to me brother
At the time uncle Benji was a policeman in Brooklyn and me father the youngest looked after the farm
When a phone call from America said Send the lad over and the old fella said
Sure it wouldn't do any harm
For I've spent my life workin' this dirty old ground for a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's somethin' you'll learn or you'll see and you can bring it back home
Make it easy on me
So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was pumpin' around with excitement and I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin'
We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn to my uncle's apartment on East Fifty-Third
I was feelin' so happy
I was hummin' a song and I sang You're as free as a bird
Well to shorten the story what I found out that day was that Benji got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flyin' my way to New York poor Benji was lyin' in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the old fella
Told him the news
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me
Go ahead with the plan
And not to forget
Be a proud Irishman
So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham Road and I started to learn about liftin' the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year was the bitter-sweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that December 'cos the old fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide the poor wasted face of me father
I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth and into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane and I found myself back in the U.S. again
It's been twenty-two years since I've set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers as I keep law and order in the streets of New York
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