Paroles de 76 trombones

Robert Preston

pochette album 76 trombones
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Date de parution : 21/01/2013

Durée : 0:02:22

Style : Pop



sonnerie téléphone portable pour 76 trombones

Friends! may i have your attention, please?

Attention, please!

I can deal with this trouble, friends, with a wave of my hand, this very hand.

Please observe me if you will,

I'm professor harold hill

And i'm here to organize the river city boys' band!

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... (drumroll)

Oh think, my friends, how could any pool table ever hope to compete

With a gold trombone --

Rah-bah, a ra ta ta ta ta dah daah!

Remember, my friends, what a handful of trumpet players did

To the famous, fabled walls of jericho --

(singing)

Old billiard parlor walls come a-tumblin' down!

(speaking)

Oh, a band will do it, my friends, oh yes, i mean a boys' band, do you hear me?

I say river city's gotta have a boys' band and i mean she needs it today!

Well, professor harold hill's on hand and river city's gonna have her boys' band

As sure as the lord made little green apples!

And that band's gonna be in uniform -- johnny, willie, teddy, fred --

And you'll see the glitter of crashing cymbals,

And you'll hear the thunder of rolling drums,

The shimmer of trumpets! tah ta ta raah!

And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill i once enjoyed

When gilmore, liberati, pat conway, the great creatore,

W.c. handy and john philip sousa

All came to town on that very same historic day!

(singing)

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade

With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.

They were followed by rows and rows

Of the finest virtuosos

The cream of ev'ry famous band.

Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun

With a hundred and ten cornets right behind

There were more than a thousand reeds

Springing up like weeds

There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons

Thundering, thundering all along the way.

Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,

Each bassoon having its big, fat say!

There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery

Thundering, thundering louder than before

Clarinets of ev'ry size

And trumpeters who'd improvise

A full octave higher than the score!

Seventy-six trombones hit the counterpoint

While a hundred and ten cornets blazed away

To the rhythm of harch! harch! harch!

All the kids began to march

And they're marching still right today