Plan A

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Verse 1]
[D]Jus[C#]t lik[Bm]e[G][Bm]
when we were seventeen
We said [Abm]we'd move to Malta,
[G]claim National[Bm]ity,
And now that we are twenty-three
Days Days tethered to [Abm]the
running track,
[G]Evenings chained to the dish rack

[Verse 2]
I'm [Bm]called up to the Maltese national team,
My [Abdim]vision is impeccable,
my [G]first touch is obscene.
A [Bm]world cup qualifier finds me fifty,
forty, thirty yards
From [Abdim]goal, a late sub on in
an [G]off the [D]striker [Bm]role

[Verse 3]
Was it wind? Did it [Bm]take a
bad deflection?
A decade [Abm]spent nursing a [G]fear that
you might never make it?
[Bm]The crowd draws breathe at once it swerves
to [C#]the top c[Bm]orner
The Sunday tabloid [D]press declares me [Abdim]the new k[Abm]ing of Malta.
[G][Bm][E][Bbm]

[Interlude 1]
[Em][G][Bm]
[E][Bb5][Bbm][Bm][E][G]

[Verse 4]
[D]With my name on shirts,
[G]your face on the cas[Bm]h
That [D]every week just [Bm]piles in
[G]side our bank account,
We'd [D]rule the roost and [G]we
could start a family
[Bm]I thin[D]k we'd make abou[G]t
a hundred million [D]bucks
[Bm]

[Verse 5]
I head down to the mint and tell them:
Pound every [Abm]coin deep i[G]nto the ground
Burn [Bm]every note in circulation
There's a new [Abm]face on the
[Bm]currency of our na[D]tion.
[Bm]I hand them a photograph of you,
The most beauti[Abm]ful thing
they'd [Abdim]ever seen[G].
The [Bm]press starts a rolling,
your [C#]image on Euros,
The [D]workforce retires to the [Abm]bathroom.[Bm][E]
[Bb5][Bbm][Bb5]

[Interlude 2]
[E][G][Bm][E][Bb5]
[Bbm][E][G]
[C#]

[Verse 6]
With [D]my name on shirts,
[G]your face on [D]the cash
That every week just [Bm]piles
inside our bank account,
We'd [D]rule the roost and [G]we
could start a [D]family
[Bm]I thin[D]k we'd make abou[Bm]t a hun[D][G]
[D]dre[Bm]d mil[D]lio[G]n b[D]ucks
[Bm]