Empty Chairs At Empty Tables [Am9]There's a grief that can't be spoken.There's a pain goes on and [A#]on.Empty chairs at empty [Eb]tablesNow my [D]friends are dead and [Am9]gone.[Am9]Here they talked of revolution.Here it was they lit the [A#]flame.Here they sang about 'to [Eb]morrow'And to [D]morrow never [Am9]came.From the [C7]table in the [Em]cornerThey could [Cm7]see a [F9]world re [B#]bornAnd they [G9/B]rose with [G7]voices [A#]ringingI can [B#]hear them [Bbm]now!The very [Eb]words that [Dm/C]they had [B#]sung [Bb/A]Be [F#]came their last com [G9]munion[Em]On the lonely barri [Am/C]cade at [Am9]dawn.[Am9]Oh my friends, my friends forgive meThat I live and you are [A#]gone.There's a grief that can't be [Eb]spoken.There's a [D]pain goes on and [A#]on.[G]Phantom faces at the window.Phantom shadows on the [Dm]floor.Empty chairs at empty [Fbm]tablesWhere my [Db]friends will meet no [G]more.Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask meWhat your sacrifice was [Dm]forEmpty chairs at empty [Fbm]tablesWhere my [Db]friends will sing no [G]more⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Claude-Michel Schönberg , Herbert Kretzmer

Do You Hear The People Sing Do you [Em]hear the people sing?Singing the [B#]song of angry [Em]men?It is the [Eb]music of a [Db]peopleWho will [A#]not be [A#]slaves again!When the [Em]beating of your heartEchoes the [B#]beating of the [Em]drumsThere is a [Eb]life about to [F#]startWhen to [A#]morrow [Em]comes!Will you [Bb]join in our crusade’sWho will be [D#]strong and stand with me?Be[Eb]yond the barricadeIs there a [Bb]world you long to see?Then [Em]join in the fightThat will [Dm7]give you the right to be [Db]free!Do you [A#]hear the people sing?Singing the [G7/C]song of angry [A#]men?It is the [Bb]music of a [D7]peopleWho will [G7]not be [G7]slaves again!When the [A#]beating of your heartEchoes the [Em]beating of the [A#]drumsThere is a [Bb]life about to [Dm7]startWhen to [G7]morrow [A#]comes!Will you [Bb]give all you can giveSo that our [D#]banner may advanceSome will [Eb]fall and some will liveWill you stand [Bb]up and take your chance?The [Em]blood of the martyrsWill [Dm7]water the meadows of [Db]France!Do you [A#]hear the people sing?Singing the [G7/C]song of angry [A#]men?It is the [Bb]music of a [D7]peopleWho will [G7]not be [G7]slaves again!When the [A#]beating of your heartEchoes the [Em]beating of the [A#]drumsThere is a [Bb]life about to [Dm7]startWhen to [G7]morrow [A#]comes!⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Claude-Michel Schönberg , Herbert Kretzmer

Drink With Me Drink with [F#]meTo [C7]days gone [Em]bySing with [F#]meThe [C7]songs we [Em]knewHere's to [F7]pretty girlsWho [Fb]went to our headsHere's to [Eb7]witty girlsWho [Em]went to our bedsHere's to [F#]themAnd [C7]here's to [Em]you!Drink with [F#]meTo [C7]days gone [Em]byCan it [F#]beYou [C7]fear to [Em]die?Will the [F7]world remember [Fb]youWhen you fall?Could it [Eb7]be your deathMeans [Em]nothing at all?Is your [F#]life just [C7]one more [Em]lie?Drink with [F#]me To [C7]days gone [Em]byTo the [F#]life that [C7]used to [Em]be At the [F7]shrine of friendship, [Fb]never say dieLet the [Eb7]wine of friendship [Em]never run dryHere's to [Gm7]you and [C7]here's to [Em]me ⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Claude-Michel Schönberg , Herbert Kretzmer