67 Blackout

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Verse 1]
[D]Put[Bm] the[D][Bm]
[D]knife under the flame
[Bm]You won'[D]t feel any pain[Bm]
Hold this [G]tea cloth in your [A]mouth
Sixty [D]-seven black [G]owls
[D]Dead donkey in the [Bm]snow,
down [D]by where the ferns [Bm]grow
Saw its [G]spirit leaving [Asus4]south,
[A]67 [D]Black [G]Isle[D][Bm][D][Bm]
We [D]went out on the [Bm]tare,
and [D]we danced the carpets [Bm]bare
When I drenched [G]the mid[Bm]week [Asus4]dowel,
sixty [D]-seven black[G]out
[D]My nerves, they got shot
[Bm]I de[D]served what I go[Bm]t
A left hook [G]in [Asus4]about
[A]67 [D]black[G]out
[D]I taped the microphone to the chair
[Bm]and sang[D] through the
speaker [Bm]down the [G]cables
I did [Asus4]shout 67 [A]Bla[D]ckout[G]
[D]There's a tape of [A]you tal[F#m]king
[D]buried [A]in [G]an [Em]attic somewhere
[A]I a[D]sked on the main stre[F#m]et for it
But [Em]no one k[D]nows a[Em] thing
[D]about [A]it[D][Bm][D][Bm]
For [D]a potus we'll soak some bread
[Bm]And [D]we'll carry you to bed[Bm]
[G]With or [Asus4]without
[A]Sixty [D]-seven, [G]blackout

[Outro 1]
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