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Hợp âm the zealot gene

Nhạc: Jethro Tull
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[Intro 1]
[F][C#][Bm][A][G]
[A][G][A][G][A]
[G]

[Verse 1]
Half of [Bm]us are in the apple
Half of [D]us are in the pie
All of [Bm]us in the pudding
When [D]the last bus has gone by
Someone [F#]has to take the high road
[F#m]Someone [D]has to make the bed
No- one [Bm]has the right to tell you
To [G]lie down when all is said

[Verse 2]
The [G]black and white, the ste[F#]reotype
[G]The [F#]polarising pitch at play
While [G]some of us sit [F#]in between
In[G]terminable [F#]shades of grey
No [Em]need to walk the [Bm]tightrope
Set out [Em]on that great divi[Bm]de
The [G]balance scales may [F#]tremble
[G]But the featherweights are
[F#]on our side
[A]Carrying the Zealot

[Verse 3]
[G]gene
[A]Right or left, no [G]in between
Be[A]ware, beware the Zealot [G]gene
[A]Naked flame near [G]gasoline

[Verse 4]
[Bm]The populist with dark appeal
The [D]pandering to hate
[Bm]Which xenophobic s[D]caremongers
Deliver on a plate
To [F#]tame the pangs of hunger
[D]And satisfy the lust
[Bm]Slave to ideology
Moder[G]ation bites the dust

[Verse 5]
Bee [G]buzzing in your [F#]bonnet
And [G]a wasp right up the [F#]bum
[G]A V- 8 under [F#]hood
A cocked [G]hammer under [F#]thumb
Ear- [Em]splitting twitter [Bm]thunder
And [Em]a screaming banshee [Bm]wail
You got [G]too many opin[F#]ions
And [G]a tom cat by the [F#]tail
[A]Carrying the Zealot

[Verse 6]
[G]gene
[A]Right or left, no [G]in between
Be[A]ware, beware the [G]Zealot gene
[A]Naked flame near [G]gasoline

[Interlude 1]
[G][Em][G][Em]
[C][Am]
[Em][C][Am][G][Em]
[A]Carrying [G]the Zealot

[Verse 7]
gene
[A]Right or left, no [G]in between
Be[A]ware, beware the [G]Zealot gene
[A]Naked flame near [G]gasoline

[Verse 8]
Half of [Bm]us are in the apple
Half of [D]us are in the pie
All of [Bm]us are in the pudding
When [D]the last bus has gone by
Someone [F#]has to take the high road
Someone [D]has to make the bed
No- one [Bm]has the right to tell you
To lie [G]down when all is said

[Verse 9]
The [G]black and white, the ste[F#]reotype
[G]The po[F#]larising pitch at play
While [G]some of us sit [F#]in between
In[G]terminable [F#]shades of grey
No [Em]need to walk [Bm]the tightrope
Set out [Em]on that great divi[Bm]de
The [G]balance scales [F#]may tremble
[G]But the featherweights are
[F#]on our side

[Verse 10]
[A]Carrying [G]the Zealot gene
[A]Right or left, no [G]in between
Be[A]ware, beware the [G]Zealot gene
[A]Naked flame near [G]gasoline

[Outro 1]
[A][G]
[A][G][A][G][A][G]
[F][C#][B]
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