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Is it music to my ears? Definitely not as it appears. Your voice is sitting on the border The right notes are in the wrong order. I would love to say your voice could pop a balloon that would be if you were singing the right tune. Now I am no expert nor a good disc jockey but then you are not a singer a Pavarotti. Your voice croaks when you sing along everything seems to be coming out wrong. No do not start singing yet, if you please I have to stuff my ears with bits of cheese. I know it would be better if you had a voice But then wouldn't we all if we had a choice. Lots of splutterings, clearing the throat What came out was a perfect, beautiful note. The voice of an Angel, well blow me down Now he was wearing an upside down frown. Sing of sing for me, let it be revealed Turned out it was a crow singing in the field. Music to my ears.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Music To My Ears
Is it music to my ears? Definitely not as it appears. Your voice is sitting on the border The right notes are in the wrong order. I would love to say your voice could pop a balloon that would be if you were singing the right tune. Now I am no expert nor a good disc jockey but then you are not a singer a Pavarotti. Your voice croaks when you sing along everything seems to be coming out wrong. No do not start singing yet, if you please I have to stuff my ears with bits of cheese. I know it would be better if you had a voice But then wouldn't we all if we had a choice. Lots of splutterings, clearing the throat What came out was a perfect, beautiful note. The voice of an Angel, well blow me down Now he was wearing an upside down frown. Sing of sing for me, let it be revealed Turned out it was a crow singing in the field. Music to my ears.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
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