Hợp âm Like As The Lute Delights

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[Am]Like[C] as [Am]the[A][Am]
[Dm]Lord delights,
[C]Delights all [Dm]else [Am]or e[Dm]lse di[Am]slikes,
[Dm]As i[Am]s his art th[C]at plays u[Dm]pon
the [C]same.[Em][Am]
So sounds my [A]lute, [Am]so so[Dm]unds my luse,
It sound[C]s accord[G]ing [Dm]as s[Am]he strikes
on [Dm]my he[G]artstrings.[C]
High -tuned, [Dm]high [Am]-tuned down
to [Dm]her f[Am]lame.[A][Am][A]
[Am]Her touc[Dm]h, the cause[Am],
the wobble [Dm]of the so[E]und
Which [C]here [Em]I yield
[C]in [Am]lamen[Dm]table wise[G].
[Am]In l[Em]ament[C]able wise,[Dm]
in [Am]lament[C]able [Dm]wise,
in lam[Am]ent [Em]able w[Am]ise.[C]
[Dm]A wailin[C]g de[Dm]skant,
[C]a wai[Dm]ling [Am]deskant
[Dm]on the sweet[Am]est ground,
[C]Whose due [Dm]re p[Am]orts[Em][Dm]
[G][Dm][Am][C][Em][Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm]gives honour to he[Am]r ey[E]es.[Am][A]
[Am]If a[A]ny pleasing rel [Dm]ish here I know,[G][Dm]
[C]Judge then the world
[Am]how beauty gives t[Dm]he s[E]ame,[Dm]
[C]As [Em]harsh [Dm]my st[E]yle, u[A]ntunab[B]le my mu[E]se,
[Dm]Ha! [D]soun[A]ds the voi[E]ce
[Dm]that [A]praiseth [E]nocturne [A]in.
For [Em]no g[A]round else, for no ground el[D]se
[Dm]could [D]make [A]the mu[D]sic such,
No other [A]hand could give
[Bm]so sweet a [D]touch,
[A]Could give [D]so sweet [E]a t[A]ouch,
For no ground else, for no ground [D]else
[A]Could [D]make [A]the music suc[D]h.
Nor other [A]hand could give
[Bm]so sweet a [D]touch,
Could [A]give so sweet a [A]touch.