HỢP ÂM
Sun On Sunday
Tone gốc: D
James Blunt
A silent D tear, F#m an empty D F#m smile,
So D insincerely, but so F#m gently in G denial.
And me the Em thief,B soEm selfishlyB ,
All the Em moments meant for G you, I made them A mine.
How was D I so blind to F#m miss you Bm crumbling inside? G
Is it D too late now to F#m fix you? Let me Bm make it G right!
'Cause if you're Bb bleeding, D so am I.
A wishful D look, F#m a D hesitate, F#m
You're D hoping I will notice F#m that you're not G OK.
And me the Em fool; B Em you turn B away
It's only Em then I feel the G weight of my A mistakes.
How was D I so blind to F#m miss you Bm crumbling inside? G
Is it D too late now to F#m fix you? Let me Bm make it G right!
'Cause there'll Em be no sun on A Sunday,
'Cause if you're Bb bleeding, D so am I.
And if I cut F you, if I bruise G you, then the C scars are always D mine.
Cause I love F you so to lose yoG u would be worC se than if I diedD .
How was Eb I so blind to miGm ss you crumbCm ling inside?Ab
Is it Eb too late now to Gm fix you? Let me Cm make it Ab right.
'Cause there'll Fm be no sun on Bb Sunday
No Eb reason for Gm words to Ab rhyme
'Cause if you're B bleeding, then so am Eb I.
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