The man who recites Articles 191-196 of Ecuador's Penal Code (de los Delitos Contra la Inviolabilidad del Domicilio) talks like he has marshmallows in his mouth and is intermittently talking at different speeds to throw other off the track of his thoughts. In flagrant rebellion, I am using my study time to listen to Stevie Wonder's "Don't You Worry Bout a Thing," which does not contain big words. In fact, here is the last portion of the song's lyrics:
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama
'Cause I'll be standing in the wings
When you check it out
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Yeah
Bam bambam bambam bambam
Bambambambam bambambambam
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sugar
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sugar
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
It's great.
The chords make up for any complexity lacking in the lyrics. Try playing Em, Baug, Em7, A7, F7 all in one measure.
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