Qué lindo sería poder compartirlo con mis padres!! Pero ya hace mucho tiempo que partieron. Espero que alguno de mis descendientes quiera estudiar acordeón.
Drunken old men's drinking song... Heard it a few too many times as a child in Australia with immigrants singing and playing this Singh and making this racket all day and all night in the bush here in Australia. We kids used to think "When are they going to just die, so we can get some desperately needed sleep". Then some Germans would rock up as well and add to the racket. It just went on and on and on...
Men's drinking song. "The daughter had a chalk leg and a glass eye but he wanted to love her all the same... " It kind of degenerates after a few verses (glasses of liquor). Some disapprove of the content of this old folk song on moral grounds but the men like it and it hurts nobody. Unlike political correctness. Oom pah pah, Oom pah pah pah. All these fa la la folk songs just go on and on. It's a bit like the English "One went to mow, went mow a meadow" and similar songs, only a bit more "risque" and not too morally clean. I notice no respectable ladies around. It's a "boys' night out" by looks of it and women get sick of these guys going on and on and on. But, if they are having men's fun, they are not around the house annoying their women. Most of these men's folk songs are to let off steam about issues of interest to men eg they relate tales and exploits about romances that didn't go to plan etc. Just a bit of "music therapy". Like men in Australia used to do in country pub "men's choirs" that sounded bearable at the start but gradually got worse as they got more inebriated and depressed and then degerated into brawling, with some getting ejected horizontally by the publican and then rescued, scolded and dragged off home by angry wives demanding to know what happened to all their money the men wasted "shouting" mates rounds of beers and why they weren't home on time for "tea" that was no longer edible, veggies and roast meat with gravy now gone cold. Many domestic rows resulted and some wives just refused to let it lie,😁 resulting in domestic violence erupting. But the drunken male perpetrators never had any recollection of ever harming dear darling little wife now all black and blue, cut and bruised etc from such violence. And the female victims invariably lied if other women asked what happened to cause their "new look". The standard lie was "Oh, I just crashed into something and it left a bruise... " But everybody knew the truth and how it happened because hubby was having a great time, until wife wrecked all the fun on them, by "cruisin' for a bruisin' eg coming down to the local to fish her husband out of the bar and drag him back home, where he was supposed to go "straight after work" and eat his tea, talk to her, relax... Aussie men are not big on such social chit chat. They married her, so surely that's enough to prove they love her. The said it once, under pressure, on their wedding day. So why does she have keep inisting he keep repeating it? One such annoyed husband planned to make a voice recording of a cockatoo repeatedly saying in a squarely parrot voice "I wuv you, dear, you sexy bitch. Now leave me alone!" I knew the wife in question and how she had no sense of humour and I said to him "Don't! Marriage may be hell but divorce is far more costly... She won't take it in the spirit you intend." But he did it anyway and she reacted as I had anticipated and all hell broke loose, so I discretely and tactfully slipped away very quietly. Not keen on being caught up in their cross fire over a little romantic matter, like telling a lady a man loves her. Some women just can't emotionally cope with "Tru love", evidently. So the men take refuge in pubs, with their male mates and the occasional "other" type of woman who traditionally hung around pubs in loud clothes, bright red smudged lipstick, drunk, grateful for any sort of male crumbs of attention from desperate drunken, depressed men in trouble with their wives back home who threw them out to sleep in the "dog house".
No, this kind of songs are heard everywhere during the summer in our region. Especially at social events, and in front of women and children. No one ever found it unconvenient. I remember several songs like this one from my childhood, but I didn't know the meaning at that time😅
Fantastici voi musicisti e' cantanti che suonate e' cantate queste canzoni popolari abbruzzesi complimenti.
Super bravissimi sia i musicisti che i cantanti per suonare e' cantare le tarantelle complimenti.
Super fantastici voi musicisti ha suonare e' cantare queste canzoni popolari abbruzzesi complimenti.
Ma che bravissimi cantanti e' musicisti che cantano e' suonano queste canzoni popolari abbruzzesi complimenti.
Bravissimi questi musicisti e' cantanti che suonano e' cantano queste canzoni abbruzzesi complimenti.
Che bellissime canzoni popolari abbruzzesi complimenti hai musicisti e' cantanti.
Sono Figlio di un abruzzo nato a Sulmona provincia dell'Aquila e mi piace molto perche porto l'Italia nel cuore sebbene abito in Argentina.
Complimenti hai musicisti e' hai cantanti che suonano e' cantano queste canzoni popolari.
Bella’s canciones (Palena Abruzzi) ViVA ITALIA VIVA MEXICO.
Il folklore italiano…. Invidiato in tutto il mondo… ed ogni regione ha il suo … bellissimo
Very very beautiful ,song, 👍👍
Un Po di allegria in questi tempi fa bene alla salute
è sempre un'emozione riascoltarla... che bei ricordi!
Grandissimi meglio dei manneskin!
BRAVISSIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII *****
SUPER SUPER BRAVI! ❤👏😇
Qué lindo sería poder compartirlo con mis padres!! Pero ya hace mucho tiempo que partieron. Espero que alguno de mis descendientes quiera estudiar acordeón.
Bravi bravi bravi
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Bravissimi.
bellissimo pasquà, numero uno!
Fanstasticiiiiiiiiiii un saluto da un 20 enne ligure
Eehh!! L' Abruzzo!! Braviii!!
BRAVI
bravi
Belesa.muy.buena.rosario.aryentina.escoltatti.tutti.
la canzone si chiama Trallalero
Come si chiama la seconda canzone dopo l'occhio di vetro?
Super Musik Bravo
Drunken old men's drinking song... Heard it a few too many times as a child in Australia with immigrants singing and playing this Singh and making this racket all day and all night in the bush here in Australia. We kids used to think "When are they going to just die, so we can get some desperately needed sleep". Then some Germans would rock up as well and add to the racket. It just went on and on and on...
mi sapete dire come si chiama il gruppo
Mi chiamo Giovanni Cavicchia
complimenti! come si chiama il gruppo?
lorenzo si chiama li bifolk di citta sant angelo
@@tizianacolatriano5526 GRAZIE scusami ma ho visto solo ora
ma tu sei pasqualino di citta' saNT ANGELO E BRAVO DELLA TRUVATA CARLO
La cultura le tradizioni i canti del mio Abruzzo è poesia "dell'anima" non le castronerie ragazzi.
Una canzone popolare abbruzzese molto allegra anche se e' un po questa canzone quando la cantano i cantanti un po scostumata.
Ciao ragazjzi
Men's drinking song. "The daughter had a chalk leg and a glass eye but he wanted to love her all the same... " It kind of degenerates after a few verses (glasses of liquor). Some disapprove of the content of this old folk song on moral grounds but the men like it and it hurts nobody. Unlike political correctness. Oom pah pah, Oom pah pah pah. All these fa la la folk songs just go on and on. It's a bit like the English "One went to mow, went mow a meadow" and similar songs, only a bit more "risque" and not too morally clean. I notice no respectable ladies around. It's a "boys' night out" by looks of it and women get sick of these guys going on and on and on. But, if they are having men's fun, they are not around the house annoying their women. Most of these men's folk songs are to let off steam about issues of interest to men eg they relate tales and exploits about romances that didn't go to plan etc. Just a bit of "music therapy". Like men in Australia used to do in country pub "men's choirs" that sounded bearable at the start but gradually got worse as they got more inebriated and depressed and then degerated into brawling, with some getting ejected horizontally by the publican and then rescued, scolded and dragged off home by angry wives demanding to know what happened to all their money the men wasted "shouting" mates rounds of beers and why they weren't home on time for "tea" that was no longer edible, veggies and roast meat with gravy now gone cold. Many domestic rows resulted and some wives just refused to let it lie,😁 resulting in domestic violence erupting. But the drunken male perpetrators never had any recollection of ever harming dear darling little wife now all black and blue, cut and bruised etc from such violence. And the female victims invariably lied if other women asked what happened to cause their "new look". The standard lie was "Oh, I just crashed into something and it left a bruise... " But everybody knew the truth and how it happened because hubby was having a great time, until wife wrecked all the fun on them, by "cruisin' for a bruisin' eg coming down to the local to fish her husband out of the bar and drag him back home, where he was supposed to go "straight after work" and eat his tea, talk to her, relax... Aussie men are not big on such social chit chat. They married her, so surely that's enough to prove they love her. The said it once, under pressure, on their wedding day. So why does she have keep inisting he keep repeating it? One such annoyed husband planned to make a voice recording of a cockatoo repeatedly saying in a squarely parrot voice "I wuv you, dear, you sexy bitch. Now leave me alone!" I knew the wife in question and how she had no sense of humour and I said to him "Don't! Marriage may be hell but divorce is far more costly... She won't take it in the spirit you intend." But he did it anyway and she reacted as I had anticipated and all hell broke loose, so I discretely and tactfully slipped away very quietly. Not keen on being caught up in their cross fire over a little romantic matter, like telling a lady a man loves her. Some women just can't emotionally cope with "Tru love", evidently. So the men take refuge in pubs, with their male mates and the occasional "other" type of woman who traditionally hung around pubs in loud clothes, bright red smudged lipstick, drunk, grateful for any sort of male crumbs of attention from desperate drunken, depressed men in trouble with their wives back home who threw them out to sleep in the "dog house".
What's the name of this song?
No, this kind of songs are heard everywhere during the summer in our region. Especially at social events, and in front of women and children. No one ever found it unconvenient. I remember several songs like this one from my childhood, but I didn't know the meaning at that time😅
Questi canti non hanno niente a che fare con l'Abruzzo (per fortuna!).
Sei sicuro?
@@eles515 Sicurissimo!