Реклама на Куличках     

Аккорды песен:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
АБВГДЕЖЗИКЛМНОПРСТУФХЦЧШЩЭЮЯ


Тексты песен :     A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Еще аккорды данного исполнителя

-->




THOMPSON RICHARD

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Phillip Charles Saunders Can't Win, Richard Thompson transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu Bm11 E Dmaj7/E Esus4 I started to cry, they put gin in my cup Dmaj7/E E Dmaj7 Esus4 I started to crawl and they swaddled me up Dmaj7/E E Asus2/E E I got up and run, they said, easy son Asus2/E E Play up, play the game Dmaj7/E E Dmaj7/E Esus4 They told me to think and forget what I'd heard Dmaj7/E E Dmaj7 Esus4 They told me to lie and then questioned my word Dmaj7/E E Asus2/E E They taught me to fail, better sink than sail Asus2/E E Just play the game Em7 A/E Em7 A/E Oh towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land Em7 A/E Em7 F#m7b5 B9sus4 Oh a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand Em G They said you can't win, you can't win F#m7b5 Fmaj7b5 You sweat blood, you give in Em G You can't win, you can't win F#m7b5 Fmaj7b5 Turn the cheek, take it on the chin Em Em/D Don't you dare do this don't you dare do that C A7sus2 We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back Em Em/D The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people C The nerve of some people A7sus E Bm7 E Esus4 Bm11 I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But play the game Oh if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? Oh it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too You can't win, you can't win You sweat blood, you give in You can't win, you can't win Turn the cheek, take it on the chin Don't you dare do this don't you dare do that We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people







                       


Copyright © Музыкальный Портал на Куличках 1999-2007      music@kulichki.com


       
Реклама в Интернет