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

Este tema es una versión de Ballad of Lucy Jordan, que popularizó Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

Los archivos MP4 pueden reproducirse en MAC OS X y Windows 7 de manera predeterminada.
Si tienes Windows XP o Vista, puedes utilizar Windows Media Player 12.

Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 104 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: MI

La canción empieza a capella

Duración: 04:09 - Escuchar en: 01:59

Fecha de publicación: 1974
Géneros: Country, Folk, En inglés
Compositor original: Shel Silverstein

Todos los archivos disponibles para descargar son pistas reproducidas, no es la música original.

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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