Sultans of Swing (Ao Vivo)

Sentiu o clima?
Esse cabra já fazia, tô falando de Mark Knopfler
Aham, esse ritmo não vem de agora, não, pai
Sinta essa guitarra, agora cantem comigo, au!

You get a shiver in the dark
It's 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 that music ring

Well, now you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
To hear the jazz go down

To competition in other places
But now 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 he's strictly rhythm
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing, yeah

And then his 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
Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys
They're fooling 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 playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll

And the Sultans
Yeah, well, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole

Agora bora colocar a mãozinha pra cima
E acompanhar esse solo comigo, agora

Isso é Mark Knopfler

Ai, tô arrepiado
Olha comigo

And then the man
He step 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

Agora sim, de novo
Mãozinha pra cima
Preparar pra acompanhar esse solo na mãozinha
Comigo, com Wanderley Andrade, agora, vai!

Ê Léo, aumenta essa guitarra
Que o povão quer ouvir, do meu amigo Luciano
Vamo ouvir, vamo ouvir

Que coisa linda!

Let's do it, man!
Can you hear me, baby?