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Video Karaoke Liedje Simple Joys - Pippin

Deze opname is een cover van Simple Joys beroemd gemaakt door Pippin

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Tempo: variabel (rond 178 BPM)

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: A

Tijdsduur: 03:01 - Preview aan: 01:47

Release datum: 1972
Genres: Musicals & Broadway, Engels
Originele schrijver: Stephen Schwartz

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Lyrics Simple Joys

Sweet summer evenings
Hot wine and bread
Sharing your supper
Sharing your bed
Simple joys have a simple voice
It says why not go ahead
And wouldn't you rather be a left-handed flea
A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
Than a man who never learns how to be free
Not 'till he's cold and dead
Well I'll sing you the story of a sorrowful lad
Had everything he wanted
Didn't want what he had
He had wealth and pelf and fame and name and all of that noise
But he didn't have none of those simple joys
His life seemed purposeless and flat
Aren't you glad you don't feel like that
So he ran from all the deeds he'd done
He ran from things he'd just begun
He ran from himself which was mighty far to run
Out into the country where he played as a boy
He knew he had to find him some simple joys
He wanted someplace warm and green
We all could use a change of scene
Sweet summer evenings
So full of sound
Gaining a lover
Gaining a pound
Simple joys have a simple voice that says take a look around
And wouldn't you rather be a left-handed flea
A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
A newt on the root of a banyan tree
Than a man who never learns how to be free
Not 'till he's underground
Sweet summer evenings
Sapphire skies
Feasting your belly
You're feasting your eyes
Simple joys have a simple voice
It says time is a living's prize
And wouldn't you rather be a left-handed flea
A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
A newt on the root of a banyan tree
A fig on a twig in Galilee
Than a man who never learns how to be free
Not 'till the day he
Not till the day he
Not 'till the day
Not 'till the day he dies
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Na na na na na na na na yeah

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