icon music Ảnh nghệ sĩ Mystery Of Love
Mystery Of Love IntroC D Em/B D (x2)===[A#]Oh, to see without my [Cb]eyesThe [D#]first time that you [A#m]kissed me[A#]Boundless by the time I [Cb]criedI [D#]built your walls [A#m]around me[A#]White noise, what an awful [Cb]sound[D#]Fumbling by Rogue [A#m]River[A#]Feel my feet above the [Cb]ground[D#]Hand of God, [A#m]deliver me[Bb]Oh, oh [Cb]woe-oh-woah is meThe [Db]first [G/A]time [G/B]that [G/D]you [G/B]touched [D/A]me[Bb]Oh, will [Cb]wonders ever cease?[Db][G/A]Blessed [G/B]be [G/D]the [G/B][D/A]mystery of [A#]love[A#] [G/B] [Cb] (x4)[A#] [Cb] [Em/B] [Cb][A#]Lord, I no longer [Cb]believe[Em/B]Drowned in [Cb]living waters[A#]Cursed by the love that I [Cb]received[Em/B]From my [Cb]brother's daughter[A#]Like Hephaestion, who [Cb]died[Em/B]Alexander's [Cb]lover[A#]Now my riverbed has [Cb]dried[Em/B]Shall I find no [Cb]other?[Bb]Oh, oh [Cb]woe-oh-woah is meI'm [Db][G/A]running [G/B][G/D]like a [G/B][D/A]plover[Bb]Now I'm prone to [Cb]miseryThe [Db][G/A]birthmark [G/B]on [G/D]your [G/B][D/A]shoulder [A#]reminds me[A#] [G/B] [Cb] (x4)[A#] [Cb] [Em/B] [Cb][A#]How much sorrow can I [Cb]take?[Em/B]Blackbird on my [Cb]shoulder[A#]And what difference does it [Cb]make[Em/B]When this love is [Cb]over?[A#]Shall I sleep within your [Cb]bed[Em/B]River of [Cb]unhappiness[A#]Hold your hands upon my [Cb]head[Em/B]Till I breathe my [Cb]last breath[Bb]Oh, oh [Cb]woe-oh-woah is meThe [Db]last [G/A]time [G/B]that [G/D]you [G/B]touched [D/A]me[Bb]Oh, will [Cb]wonders ever cease? [Db][G/A]Blessed [G/B]be [G/D]the [G/B][D/A]mystery of [A#]love[A#] [G/B] [Cb] (x4)⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Sufjan Stevens
icon music Ảnh nghệ sĩ Fourth Of July
Fourth Of July Capo 2[Bb][Cb][A#] x4===The [Bb]evil it [Cb]spread like a [Db]fever [Cb]aheadIt was [A#]night when you [Cb]died, my [A#]firefly[Bb]What could I have [Cb]said to [Db]raise you from the [Cb]dead?Oh could [A#]I be the [Cb]sky on the Fourth of [A#]July?Well you [Cb]do enough [Db]talk[Cb]My little [Db]hawk, [Cb]why do you [A#]cry?Tell me [Cb]what did you [Db]learn from the [Cb]Tillamook [Db]burn?Or the [Cb]Fourth of [A#]July?We’re all gonna [Bb]die[Bb][Cb][Db][Cb][A#][Cb] x2[A#][Bb]Sitting at the [Cb]bed with the [Db]halo at your [Cb]headWas it [A#]all a [Cb]disguise, like Junior [A#]High[Bb]Where everything was [Cb]fiction, [Db]future, and [Cb]prediction[A#]Now, where am [Cb]I? My fading [A#]supplyDid you [Cb]get enough [Db]love, [Cb]my little [Db]dove, [Cb]Why do you [A#]cry?And I’m [Cb]sorry I [Db]left, but it [Cb]was for the [Db]bestThough it [Cb]never felt [A#]rightMy little [Bb]Versailles[Bb][Cb][Db][Cb][A#][Cb] x2[A#][Bb]The hospital [Cb]asked should the [Db]body be [Cb]castBefore [A#]I say [Cb]goodbye, my star in the [A#]sky[Bb]Such a funny [Cb]thought to [Db]wrap you up in [Cb]clothDo you [A#]find it all [Cb]right, my [A#]dragonfly?Shall we [Cb]look at the [Db]moon[Cb]My little [Db]loon, [Cb]Why do you [A#]cry?Make the [Cb]most of your [Db]life, [Cb]while it is [Db]rifeWhile [Cb]it is [A#]lightWell you [Cb]do enough [D#]talk[A#m]My little [D#]hawk, [Cb]why do you [A#]cry?Tell me [Cb]what did you [D#]learn from the [A#m]Tillamook [D#]burn?Or the [Cb]Fourth of [A#]July?We’re all gonna [Bb][Cb][Db][Cb][A#][Cb]dieWe’re all gonna [Bb][Cb][Db][Cb][A#][Cb]dieWe’re all gonna [A#]dieWe’re all gonna die [Bb][Cb][A#]x4We’re all gonna die⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Sufjan Stevens
icon music Ảnh nghệ sĩ Eugene
Eugene Capo 4=== [Db]Light [Bbm]struck from the [Cb]lemon tree [Bbm][A#]What if [A#m]I'd never [Bbm]seen hysterical [Db]light from Eu- [Cb]gene? [D#] [Cb][Db]Lemon [Cb]yoghurt, [Bbm]remember I [A#m]pulled at your shirt[Bbm]I dropped the ashtray on the [Db]floorI just wanted to [Cb]be near [D#]you [Cb][Db]Emerald [Bbm]Park, wonders [Cb]never cease [Bbm][A#]The man who [A#m]taught me to [Bbm]swim, he couldn't quite [Db]say my first [Cb]name [D#] [Cb][Db]Like a [Cb]Father he [Bbm]led community [A#m]water on my [Bbm]headAnd he called me [Db]"Subaru"And now I want to [Cb]be near [D#]you [Cb][Cb]Since [C]I was [A#m]old e- [Bbm]nough to [Db]speak I've [F#m6]said it with a- [Bbm]larm[Cb]Some [C]part of [A#m]me was [Bbm]lost in your [Db]sleeveWhere you [F#m6]hid your ciga- [Bbm]rettesNo I’ll never for- [Db]getI just want to be [Cb]near you [D#] [Cb][Db]Still I [Bbm]pray to what I [Cb]cannot see [Bbm][A#]In the [A#m]sprinkler I [Bbm]mark the evidence [Db]known from the [Cb]start [D#] [Cb][Db]From the [Cb]bed near your [Bbm]death, and all the ma- [A#m]chines that made a [Bb]messFar away the falcon [Db]flewNow I want to be [Cb]near you [D#] [Cb][Db]What’s [Bbm]left is only [Cb]bittersweet [Bbm][A#]For the [A#m]rest of my [Bbm]life, admitting the [Db]best is be- [Cb]hind me [D#] [Cb][Db]Now I’m [Cb]drunk and a- [Bbm]fraid, wishing the [A#m]world would go a- [Bbm]wayWhat’s the point of singing [Db]songsIf they’ll never even [Cb]hear you? [D#] [Cb]⠀ Sáng tác: Sufjan Stevens