Tone gốc Dm: Capo 5
And [Am] who are [Em] you, the [Am] proud lord [G] said,
that [Am] I must [Em] bow so [G] low?
[C] Only a [G] cat of a [C] different [G] coat,
that's [Dm] all the [Em] truth I [Am] know.
In a [Am] coat of [Em] gold or a [Am] coat of [G] red,
a [Am] lion [Em] still has [G] claws,
And [C] mine are [G] long and [C] sharp, my [G] lord,
as [Dm] long and [Em] sharp as [Am] yours.
And [Am] so he spoke, and [Em] so he spoke,
that [Am] Lord of Cas [Em] tamere,
But [F] now the rains weep [Dm] o'er his hall,
with [F] no one [Em] there to [Am] hear.
Yes [F] now the rains weep [Dm] o'er his hall,
and [F] not a [E] soul to [Am] hear
