Going for the Gold

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
[G][Em][D][G][Em][G][D]
[G][D][G][Em][G][Em][G][D]
[G][D][G]
[Em][Bm][Em][G][D]
There's a [G]voice on the phone

[Verse 1]
[D]Tel[G]ling what had happened,
Some kind of [Em]confusion
More like a [D]disaster.
[G]And it wondered

[Verse 2]
[Em]how you[G]
[D]wer[Em]e lef[G]t unaffected,
But you had [Em]no knowledge.
No, the chem[G]icals [D]covered you.
So [G]a jury was [D]formed

[Verse 3]
As [G]more liquor was poured.
No need for [Em]conviction,
They're not thirst[G]ing [D]for justice.
But [G]I slept with the [D]lies I keep
[G]inside my head.

[Verse 4]
I found out I [Em]was guilty.
I found [G]out I [D]was guilty.
But [G]I won't be [D]around for
[G]the sentencing,
Cause I'm leav[Em]ing
On [D]the next airplane.

[Verse 5]
And [C]though I know that my [D]actions are
im[G]possible to jus[Bm]tify
[C]They seem adequate to [D]fill up my time.
[G]But if I could [C]talk to [D]myself
Like [Bm]I was

[Verse 6]
[Em]someone else,
Well then may[C]be I could
[D]take your [G]advice,[Bm]
[Em]And I wouldn't act like [C]such an assh[D]ole all the time[G].
[Em][G][D][G]

[Interlude 1]
[Em][Bm][G][D]
[G][D][G][Em][D]
There's [G]a film

[Verse 7]
on [D]the [G]wall,
[D]Makes the peo[G]ple look small
Who are sitting [Em]beside it,
All con[G]sumed in [D]the drama.

[Verse 8]
They must re[G]turn to their [D]lives once
the [G]hero has died.
They will drive to [Em]the office
Stopping somewhere [D]for coffee,
Where [G]the folk singers,
[Em]poets [D]and [G]playwrights convene,

[Verse 9]
Dispensing [Em]their wisdom,
Oh dear ama[D]teur orators.
They will de[G]tail

[Verse 10]
their pain
[D]In some sta[G]ndard refrain.
They will recite [Em]their sadness
Like it's some kind [D]of contest.

[Verse 11]
Well, if [F#]it is, I think I [Bm]am winning it,
All beaming [G]with confidence
As I make [A]my final lap.
The gold medal [F#]gleams
So hang [Bm]it around my

[Verse 12]
neck
Cause I am [G]deserving it:
The champion of [A]idiots.
But a [C]kid carries

[Verse 13]
[D]his walkman on
that [G]long bus ride [Bm]to Omaha.
I know [C]a girl who cries when
[D]she practices violin.
[G]Cause each not[C]e sounds so [D]pure,
it just [Bm]cuts in[Em]to her,
And then [C]the melody comes
[D]pouring out [G]her [Bm]eyes[Em].

[Verse 14]
[Em]Now to m[C]e, everything else,
[D]it just sounds like [G]a[D][Em][G][D]
[G]lie[D][Em][G][Em][G][D]
[G]