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

Esta música é uma versão de Ballad of Lucy Jordan, popularizada por Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

Formatos incluídos:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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O formato CDG (também chamado de CD+G ou MP3+G) é adequado para a maioria das maquinas de karaokê. Ele inclui um arquivo MP3 e a sincronização das letras.

É possível reproduzir arquivos mp4 num Mac OS X e Windows 7 por definição. Caso você use Windows XP ou Vista, voce precisa ter o Windows Media Player 12.

O programa KaraFun Windows Player lê esse formato, você pode baixar grátis. Esse eficiente formato pode armazenar múltiplas trilhas de audio adicionais e um fundo que se movimenta no ritmo da música.

Com sua compra, você poderá baixar o vídeo quantas vezes quiser em todos esses formatos.

Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 104 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Mi

A música começa a capella

Duração: 04:09 - Visualizar: 01:59

Ano de lançamento: 1974
Estilos: Country, Folk, Em inglês
Autor Original: Shel Silverstein

Todos os arquivos disponíveis para download são playbacks, e não as músicas originais.

Letra 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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