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Karaokê Sam Stone - John Prine

Esta música é uma versão de Sam Stone, popularizada por John Prine

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

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 67 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Fá

Duração: 04:16 - Visualizar: 01:07

Ano de lançamento: 1971
Estilos: Folk, Country, Em inglês
Autor Original: John Prine

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

Letra Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home to his wife and family after serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves and left a little shrapnel in his knee
But the morphine eased the pain and the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios hmm
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearing other people's clothes
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios hmm
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well he played his last request while the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
There was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G.I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios hmm

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