annuler
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.
Hou hou hou.......
She was walking in the street looked up and noticed
He was nameless he was homeless
She asked him his name and told him what hers was
He gave her a story about a life
With a glint in his eye
And a corner of a smile
One conversation a simple moment
The things that change us
If we notice
When we look up sometimes
They said I would never make it
But I was built to break the mold
The only dream that I've been chasing is my own
So I sing a song for the hustlers trading at the bus stop
Single mothers waiting on a check to come
Young teachers student doctors sons on the frontline
Knowing they don't get to run
This goes out to the underdog
Keep on keeping at what you love
You'll find that someday soon enough
You're gonna rise up rise up yeah
Hou hou hou.......
She's riding in a taxi back to the kitchen
Talking to the driver about his wife and his children
On the run from a country where they put you in prison
For being a woman and speaking your mind
She looked in his eyes in the mirror and he smiled
One conversation a single moment
The things that change us
If we notice
When we look up sometimes
They said I would never make it
But I was built to break the mold
The only dream that I've been chasing is my own
So I sing a song for the hustlers trading at the bus stop
Single mothers waiting on a check to come
Young teachers student doctors sons on the frontline
Knowing they don't get to run
This goes out to the underdog
Keep on keeping at what you love
You'll find that someday soon enough
You're gonna rise up rise up yeah
Hou hou hou.......
Everybody rise up
You're gonna rise yeah I
I sing a song for the hustlers trading at the bus stop
Single mothers waiting on a check to come
Young teachers student doctors sons on the frontline
Knowing they don't get to run
This goes out to the underdog
Keep on keeping at what you love
You'll find that someday soon enough
You're gonna rise up rise up yeah
Oum Ba Ouh.......
Oum Ba Ouh.......
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(supprime les barrés)