Smiths - Frankly Mr Shankly, аккорды песни для гитары
Intro: C
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
Am G C
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
F Am G
I want to leave, you will not miss me
Am G F C
I want to Go down in musical history
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
Am G C
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
F Am G
I must move fast, you understand me
Am G F C
I want to Go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly
F Am G
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
Am G C
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
F
But still I'd rather be famous
Am G
Than righteous or holy
Am G F C
Any day, any day, any day
F Am G
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Am G C
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
F Am G
I want to live and I want to Love
Am G F C
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
Am G C
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
F Am G
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
Am G F C
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you asked
Am G C
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
F Am G
I didn't mean to be so rude
Am G F
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
C
Oh, give us your money!
Smiths - Frankly Mr Shankly, аккорды песни для гитары
Intro: C
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
Am G C
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
F Am G
I want to leave, you will not miss me
Am G F C
I want to Go down in musical history
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
Am G C
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
F Am G
I must move fast, you understand me
Am G F C
I want to Go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly
F Am G
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
Am G C
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
F
But still I'd rather be famous
Am G
Than righteous or holy
Am G F C
Any day, any day, any day
F Am G
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Am G C
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
F Am G
I want to live and I want to Love
Am G F C
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
Am G C
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
F Am G
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
Am G F C
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
F Am G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you asked
Am G C
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
F Am G
I didn't mean to be so rude
Am G F
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
C
Oh, give us your money!
