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Tytuł: Piano practicing

  • Wykonawca: Barbra Streisand
  • Wy¶wietleń: 267
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   When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
   But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano
   No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand
   And grand pianos in a band make money darling
   And so each afternoon when I come home from school
   I practice like a bloody fool
   You can't imagine all the awful things I play
   I could never see a friend
   I'd have to practice without end
   And as the time was dripping by
   I watched the clock without denial
   I got the window on the sky
   I wished so tearfully that I
   Could come outside and play
   Instead of wasting every day
   Of learning something that
   Without a doubt
   I could have really done without
   It was such a bore
   And I could here the boy next door was having fun
   And that was something that I'd really never done
  
   When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
   But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano
   Playing major scales and than I played the minors once again
   Now up and down the keys I play and out of these
   I play a tirade of all the exercises
   Never any new surprises
   Girl you keep your fingers wrong
   What a sound
   All I wanted was to sing
   And not to make the raftest ring
   With my old piano
   Practicing I would have popped my back
   I sing, I hated every minute of the keyboard I devote
   That is why today I'm a soprano, but the sight of a piano
   Makes me shot before I can not play a note