La buena música no conoce fronteras, no discrimina...
John Hartford - I am a Man of Constant Sorrow
(In constant sorrow through his days)
I am the man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
[chorus] He has no friends to help him now
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore
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A pesar de ser canciones de temas tristes,
estas permitían desahogar las penas
de quienes las cantaban.
Como dice el dicho...
"El que canta... sus penas espanta"
Algunas a pesar de su contenido tenían ritmos alegres,
como la que acaban de escuchar.
Ese tipo de canciones
solían entonarlas emigrantes que viajaban a tierras extrañas
o los esclavos negros de Norte América,
las cuales cantaban en su duras jornadas de laboreo
(lQue dieran después origen a la música Blues),
como la que oirán en este enlace:
http://www.history.org/history/teaching/enewsletter/february03/worksongs.cfm
I am the man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now.
[chorus] He has no friends to help him now
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
[chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train.
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
[chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more.
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
[chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore
___________________________________
A pesar de ser canciones de temas tristes,
estas permitían desahogar las penas
de quienes las cantaban.
Como dice el dicho...
"El que canta... sus penas espanta"
Algunas a pesar de su contenido tenían ritmos alegres,
como la que acaban de escuchar.
Ese tipo de canciones
solían entonarlas emigrantes que viajaban a tierras extrañas
o los esclavos negros de Norte América,
las cuales cantaban en su duras jornadas de laboreo
(lQue dieran después origen a la música Blues),
como la que oirán en este enlace:
http://www.history.org/history/teaching/enewsletter/february03/worksongs.cfm
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