🎶 Time

🎼 Sáng tác: Pink Floyd | 🎵 Rock | 🎶 Điệu Ballad | 👁️ 103


Album: Dark Side of the Moon

Words & Music by Roger Waters, Richard Wright, David Gilmour and Nicholas Mason


[Ab] [Dmaj7] [Amaj7] [C#m7] [Bm7] (or [F/B]Fadd#11/B but that won't highlight)
e|-2-------2--------0--------4-------2-------------|
B|-2-------2--------2--------5-------3-------1-----|
G|-2-------2--------1--------4-------2-------2-----|
D|-4-------0--------2--------6-------4-------3-----|
A|-4----------------0--------4-------2-------2-----|
E|-2-----------------------------------------------|


(Intro)
(Lead Guitar with percussion)
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(Verse 1)
[Ab]Ticking away the moments that make up a du[Bbm]ll day
[D]Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand w[Ab]ay
[Ab]Kicking around on a piece of ground in your [Bbm]hometown
[D]Waiting for someone or something to show you the w[Ab]ay

(Chorus)
[Dmaj7]Tired of lying in the sunshine, [Amaj7]staying home to watch the rain
[Dmaj7]You are young and life is long, and [Amaj7]there is time to kill today
[Dmaj7] And then one day you find,[C#m7] ten years have got behind you
[Bm7]No one told you when to run ..[D]. You missed the starting gun


(Guitar Solo)

[Ab] [Bbm] [D] [Ab] (x4)
[Dmaj7] [Amaj7] [Dmaj7] [Amaj7] [Dmaj7] [C#m7] [Bm7] [D]

(Verse 2)
And you r[Ab]un and you run to catch up with the Sun, but it's s[Bbm]inking;
[D]Racing around to come up behind you ag[Ab]ain.
The [Ab]Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're o[Bbm]lder,
[D]shorter of breath, and one day closer to d[Ab]eath.

[Dmaj7]Every year is getting shorter, [Amaj7]never seem to find the time.
[Dmaj7]Plans that either come to naught, or [Amaj7]half a page of scribbled lines.
[Dmaj7]Hanging on in quiet desper[C#m7]ation is the English way.
The [Bm7]time is gone, the song is over. [Bm7]Thought I'd something [F/B]more to say.

[D#] [Bbm] [D#] [Bbm]

(Verse 3)
[Em7] Home, home ag[Bbm]ain
[Em7]I like to be here when I [Bbm]can
[Em7] When I come home, cold and [Bbm]tired
[Em7]It's good to warm my bones beside the[Bbm] fire
[Cmaj7]Far away, across the field
[A#m]Tolling on the iron bell
[Fmaj7]Calls the faithful to their knees
[Db]To hear the softly [D7#9]spoken [D7b9]magic [A#m]spell⠀
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