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Squonk
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Squonk
🎬 0 performans📓 2 versiyon🎚 Zor⏱ 6:30
Squonk akorları, Genesis. Bu şarkının gitar akorları Dm7 tonunda çalınır. Kullanılan akorlar: Dm7, C/D, Em7/A, F#m7/A, Gm7, Gm, Dmsus2, Dm, E, F, Am7, Em7, Eb, Bb, Em, Bsus4, B, F#m, A. Aşağıda akorlar ve sözler bir arada; tonu değiştirip çalma modunda kaydırarak çalabilirsin.
Ton Dm7
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Dm7Like father, like C/Dson
Dm7Not flesh nor fish nor bone, C/Da red rag hangs from an open mouth
Dm7Alive at both ends but a little dC/Dead in the middle
Dm7A-tumbling and a-bumbling he wC/Dill go
Em7/AAll the king's horses and Gbm7/Aall the king's men
could Em7/Anever put a smile on that Gbm7/Aface
He's a sly one, he's a shy one, wouldn't you be too?
Scared to be left all on his own
Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with the ugly duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes
All the while in perfect time
his tears are falling on the ground
But if you don't stand up you don't stand a chance!
C/DGo a litDm7tle fasteGm7r now, yoGmu might gDmsus2et there iDmn timEe
FMirror mAm7irror on the Dm7wallEm7 Dm7 Dm7 Em7
his Ebheart was broken long before he Bbever came to Fyou
Stop your Am7tears from fDm7allingEm Dm77Dm Em77
The Ebtrail they leave is very clear for Bball to see at Fnight
all to Am7see at night
In season, out of season
what's the dff'rence when you don't know the reason?
In one hand bread, the other a stone
the hunter enters the forest
All are not huntsmen who blow thw huntsman's horn
By the look of this one, you've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very firce and fright'ning
Come to match my skill to yours
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now
I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you
Making noises my little furry friend would make
I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack
You'd better watch out, you'd better watch out
I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away
Walking home that night
the sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder
when suddenly it stopped
I opened up the sack, all that I had
a pool of bubbles and tears
just a pool of tears
BAll in all you are a Gbmvery dying race
APlacing trust upon a Ecruel world
You never had the Bthings you thought you should have had
and Gbmyou'll not get them now
and all the wAhile in perfect time your tears are fEalling on the Bground
