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Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town

You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all, he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't, make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the Honky Tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing

Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
It ain't what they call Rock and Roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing

"We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

Sultans of Swing

Você sente um arrepio no escuro
Está chovendo no parque, mas enquanto isso-
Ao sul do rio você para e segura tudo
Uma banda está tocando Dixie, duplo quatro vezes
Você se sente bem quando ouve a música tocar
Bem, agora você entra, mas não vê muitos rostos
Saindo da chuva, eles ouvem o jazz descer
Competição em outros lugares
Uh, mas as buzinas estão tocando aquele som
Caminho para o sul
Caminho para o sul
cidade de londres
Você confere o violão George, ele conhece todos os acordes
Mente, é estritamente ritmo ele não quer fazer chorar ou cantar
Eles disseram que uma guitarra velha é tudo, ele pode pagar
Quando ele se levanta sob as luzes para tocar sua coisa
E Harry não se importa, se não, faça a cena
Ele tem um emprego diurno, ele está bem
Ele pode tocar o Honky Tonk como qualquer coisa
Economizando, para sexta à noite
Com os Sultões
Nós somos os Sultões do Swing
Em seguida, uma multidão de meninos, eles estão brincando no canto
Bêbados e vestidos com seus melhores saquinhos marrons e solas de plataforma
Eles não dão a mínima para nenhuma banda tocando trompete
Não é o que eles chamam de Rock and Roll
E os sultões
Sim, os sultões, eles jogam crioulo
crioulo
E então o homem se aproxima do microfone
E diz, finalmente, assim que o sino da hora toca
"Boa noite, agora é hora de ir para casa"
Então ele acelera com mais uma coisa
"Nós somos os sultões
Nós somos os Sultões do Swing"

You get a shiver in the dark 
It's a raining in the park but meantime- South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie, double four time You feel alright when you hear the music ring Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound Way on down south Way on down south London town You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords Mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing They said an old guitar is all, he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't, make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright He can play the Honky Tonk like anything Savin' it up, for Friday night With the Sultans We're the Sultans of Swing Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band It ain't what they call Rock and Roll And the Sultans Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings "Goodnight, now it's time to go home" Then he makes it fast with one more thing "We are the Sultans We are the Sultans of Swing"