Singen Wind-Up Karaoke - Jethro Tull - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Wind-Up im Stil von: Jethro Tull

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Tempo: variabel (ca. 134 BPM)

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: D-Dur

Dauer: 06:00 - Vorschau auf: 03:19

Veröffentlichung: 1971
Musikrichtungen: Rock, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Ian Scott Anderson

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Text Wind-Up

When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Ah ha
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So I left there in the mornin' with their God tucked underneath my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
And I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply
He said I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
Before I'm through
I'd like to say my prayers
I don't believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
How do you dare to tell me that I'm my father's son when that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me
Compose a better song
'Cos that's the honest measure of my worth
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success or if they said that I was just a fool
So I left there in the mornin' with their God under my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines
When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Ugh
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
Before I'm through
I'd like to say my prayers
Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don't believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Ah ha

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