🎶 Postcards From Italy

🎼 Sáng tác: | 🎵 Nhạc Nước Ngoài | 🎶 Unkown | 👁️ 26

The [Em]times we had, oh, when the [Bbm]wind would blow with rain and snow
Were [Em]not all bad, we put our [Bbm]feet just where they had
Had to [Em]go, never to [Bbm]go

The [Em]shattered soul following [Bbm]close, but nearly twice as slow
In [Em]my good times there were [Bbm]always golden rocks to throw
[Em]At those who, those who [Bbm]admit defeat too late
Those were our [Em]times, those were our [Bbm]times
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And [B#]I will [Em]love to see that [Eb]day, that [A#]day is mine
When [B#]she will [Em]marry me [Eb]outside with the [A#]willow trees
And [B#][Em]play the songs in [Eb]May, they [A#]made me so
And [B#]I would [Em]love to see that [Eb]day, the [A#]day was mine
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