Elton John - High-flying bird, аккорды песни для гитары

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G
 Fma7 
C
 Fma7 
C
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G
 
C
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck,
G
 
D
I saw it as you flew between my reasons,
Am
 
C
Like a raven in the night time when you left.
G
 
C
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name,
G
 
D
You touched it and you wore it,
Am
 
C
And you kept it in your pillow all the same.

G
 
C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Am
I thought myself her keeper,
D
She thought I meant her harm,
G
She thought I was the archer,
C
A
 weather man of words,
Fma7 
C
But I could never shoot down,
G
 Fma7 
C
 Fma7 
C
My high-flying bird.

G
 
C
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red.
G
 
D
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
Am
 
C
In the foreign field of death.
G
 
C
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say,
G
 
D
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight,
Am
 
C
Instead you moved away.

G
 
C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Am
I thought myself her keeper,
D
She thought I meant her harm,
G
She thought I was the archer,
C
A
 weather man of words,
Fma7 
C
But I could never shoot down,

G
 
C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Am
I thought myself her keeper,
D
She thought I meant her harm,
G
She thought I was the archer,
C
A
 weather man of words,
Fma7 
C
But I could never shoot down,

G
 Fma7 
C
 Fma7 
C
My high-flying bird.
G
 
C
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
G
 
C
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
G
 
C
 
G
My high-flying, high-flying bird.

[ 
G
 Fma7 
C
 Fma7 
C
 ] x 2

G
 
C
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck,
G
 
D
I saw it as you flew between my reasons,
Am
 
C
Like a raven in the night time when you left.
G
 
C
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name,
G
 
D
You touched it and you wore it,
Am
 
C
And you kept it in your pillow all the same.

G
 
C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Am
I thought myself her keeper,
D
She thought I meant her harm,
G
She thought I was the archer,
C
A
 weather man of words,
Fma7 
C
But I could never shoot down,
G
 Fma7 
C
 Fma7 
C
My high-flying bird.

G
 
C
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red.
G
 
D
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
Am
 
C
In the foreign field of death.
G
 
C
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say,
G
 
D
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight,
Am
 
C
Instead you moved away.

G
 
C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Am
I thought myself her keeper,
D
She thought I meant her harm,
G
She thought I was the archer,
C
A
 weather man of words,
Fma7 
C
But I could never shoot down,

G
 
C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Am
I thought myself her keeper,
D
She thought I meant her harm,
G
She thought I was the archer,
C
A
 weather man of words,
Fma7 
C
But I could never shoot down,

G
 Fma7 
C
 Fma7 
C
My high-flying bird.
G
 
C
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
G
 
C
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
G
 
C
 
G
My high-flying, high-flying bird.