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.
Verso 1:
Lent you out-si -daz
And my new Badu.
While I was thinking I
Didn't have a clue.
Tough to sort files
With your voice
In my head.
So then I bribed you
Downstairs with
A Marlboro Red.
Ponte 1:
So now I feel so small
Discover-ing you knew.
How much more tor-ture
Would you have
Put me through?
You probably saw me
Laughing at
All your jokes.
Or how I did not mind
When you stole
All my smokes.
And although my pride
Is not easy to dis-turb
You sent me flying
When you kicked me
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans
And your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this
With you next to me.
Verso 2:
And although he
Is no -thing
In the scheme
Of my years.
It just serves
To bludgeon my
Futile tears.
And I'm not
Used to this
I observe
I don't chase
But now I'm sick
With conse-quences
Thrust in my face.
Ponte 2:
And the melodramas
Of my day de-livery blows
That surpass your re-jection;
It just goes to show.
A simple attraction
That reflects
Right back to me
So I'm not as into you
As I ap-pear to be.
And although my pride
Is not easy to dis-turb
You sent me flying
When you kicked me
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans
And your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this
With you next to me.
Verso 3:
His message was bru-tal
But the delivery was kind.
maybe if I get this down
I'll get it off my mind.
It serves to con-dition me
And smoothen my kinks
Despite my frus-tration
For the way that he thinks.
Ponte 3:
And I knew the truth
When it came
Would be to that effect
At least you're
Attracted to me
Which I did not expect.
Didn't think you'd
Get my number down and such
But I never hated myself
For my age so much
And although my pride
Is not easy to dis-turb
You sent me flying
When you kicked me
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans
And your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this
With you next to me.
And although my pride
Is not easy to dis-turb
You sent me flying
When you kicked me
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans
And your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this
With you next to me.
(Fade)
(moins de barrés)