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Change la taille du texte.
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
Certaines partitions n’affichent les accords qu’au début. Cet outil tente de les recopier dans l’ensemble du texte.
Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
Here's a little number I like. Bruce Woodley plays the song either open (in the 'The Seekers at Home')
or on Capo 5 (during their 1968 Farewell Special) but I decided to write it open.
[Intro]
Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep bustle -- my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me
[Verse]
Angeline is always Friday Angeline is spring forever;
Winter Angeline could never be
Mister Wilson old and smiling lifts his cap as she is passing
Bowing her politely on to me
[Chorus]
The week has gone its lonely way;
I've waited for my only day
Away from shadows
In her sunlight I can tell her "I love yooouuu Angeline."
[Verse]
Angeline is always Friday suitcase on the rack above;
She hasn't even read her magazine
Angeline is counting stations 'til the one where I am standing
Waiting for my only Angeline
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
The week has gone its lonely way;
I've waited for my only day
Away from shadows
In her sunlight I can tell her "I love yooouuu Angeline."
[Outro]
Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep bustle -- my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me
[End]
