Cohen Leonard - Sing Another Song, Boys, аккорды песни для гитары
"Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter..."
Intro: A
A E A Asus4 A
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken
D A Asus4 A
His ships, they're all on fire
Bm
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
A Asus4 A
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire
C#m F#m(iv)
She spies him through the glasses
C#m D A Asus4 A
From the pawnshops of her wicked father
C#m F#m(iv)
She hails him with a microphone
C#m D A Asus4 A
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her
Bm A Asus4 A
She tempts him with a clarinet
F#m E
She waves a Nazi dagger
A E A Asus4 A
She finds him lying in a heap
E A Asus4 A
She wants to be his woman
D
He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep
A Asus4 A
But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open."
Bm
He stands where it is steep
A Asus4 A
Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one
C#m F#m
His hand upon his leather belt now
C#m D A Asus4 A
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
C#m F#m
And she will learn to touch herself so well
C#m D A Asus4 A
As all the sails burn down like paper
Bm A Asus4 A
And he has lit the chain
F#m E
Of his famous cigarillo
A E A Asus4 A
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon
E A Asus4 A
At least not the one that we're after
Bm
It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
A
And it carries no survivors
C#m F#m
But let's leave these lovers wondering
C#m D A Asus4 A
Why they cannot have each other
C#m F#m
And let's sing another song, boys
C#m D A Asus4 A
This one has grown old and bitter
Bm
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
A
La, la, la, la, la, la,...
Bm
La, la, la...
A
La...
Outro: Bm
Cohen Leonard - Sing Another Song, Boys, аккорды песни для гитары
"Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter..."
Intro: A
A E A Asus4 A
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken
D A Asus4 A
His ships, they're all on fire
Bm
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
A Asus4 A
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire
C#m F#m(iv)
She spies him through the glasses
C#m D A Asus4 A
From the pawnshops of her wicked father
C#m F#m(iv)
She hails him with a microphone
C#m D A Asus4 A
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her
Bm A Asus4 A
She tempts him with a clarinet
F#m E
She waves a Nazi dagger
A E A Asus4 A
She finds him lying in a heap
E A Asus4 A
She wants to be his woman
D
He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep
A Asus4 A
But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open."
Bm
He stands where it is steep
A Asus4 A
Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one
C#m F#m
His hand upon his leather belt now
C#m D A Asus4 A
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
C#m F#m
And she will learn to touch herself so well
C#m D A Asus4 A
As all the sails burn down like paper
Bm A Asus4 A
And he has lit the chain
F#m E
Of his famous cigarillo
A E A Asus4 A
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon
E A Asus4 A
At least not the one that we're after
Bm
It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
A
And it carries no survivors
C#m F#m
But let's leave these lovers wondering
C#m D A Asus4 A
Why they cannot have each other
C#m F#m
And let's sing another song, boys
C#m D A Asus4 A
This one has grown old and bitter
Bm
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
A
La, la, la, la, la, la,...
Bm
La, la, la...
A
La...
Outro: Bm
