Hợp âm Coal Not Dole

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[Verse 1]
They [G]stand so proud,
the wheels so still
A ghost- like [Am]fig ure on t[G]he hill
It seems so strange, there is no sound
Now there are no [Am]men under[G]ground
What will become [D]of this pit [G]yard?[Am]
[D]Where men[G] once trampled faces hard
So tired and weary,
their shift's done
Never hav[Am]ing seen [G]the
sun!

[Verse 2]
There'll always be a happy [Am]hour
[D]For [G]those with money, jobs
and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They [D]cause to [Am]men they [G]treat like dirt

[Verse 3]
Will it [G]become a sacred ground
Foreign tourists gazing round
Asking if men once worked here
Way beneath this pit head gear?
Empty trucks [D]once filled with [Am]coal
[D]Lined [G]up like men on the dole
Will they ever be used again
Or left for scrap just like the men?
There'll always be [D]a

[Verse 4]
[G]happy hour[Am]
[G]For those with money, jobs and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They [D]cause [G]to men [Am]they treat [G]like dirt