Hợp âm What's All The Fuss

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Like a [D]dream,
it's [G]so hard [D]understandin'
Like a wound that's [A]deep
and keeps on [D]bleedin'
like a child who [G]doesn't know the mean[D]ing of
the fight that [A]stands between his learn[D]ing.
What's all the fuss about [G]a bus when
the [A]children love [D]to travel?
Haven't we learned to be [G]turned on
and to [A]help ourselves un[D]ravel?
The piece of ground [G]grows each day
like a [A]sore in our casta[D]tion.
Wasn't it one for [G]all and all for one
[A]that made this na[D]tion?
Who's the mother throw[G]in' [D]stones
Who's the child that stays
at [G]home[D][G][D]
Like a fool
My [G]father trusted no [D]one
Like a mule
His [A]stubborn ways were wrong
[D]And I missed my you[G]nger days
of learn[D]ing held me back
while [A]all the world was turn[D]ing.
What's all the fuss about [G]a bus when
the [A]children love [D]to travel?
Haven't we learned to be [G]turned down
and to [A]help ourselves un[D]ravel?
The fears that grow and [G]grows each day
like [A]a soaring old festa[D]tion.
Was it one for [G]all and all for one
[A]that made the sta[D]tion?
Who's the mother throw
[G]ing stone[D]s?
Who's the child that stays at home?
Like the news that [G]showed us all the
throw[D]ing of the stones
That [A]burden keeps on [D]hurt
ing through our lives
New [G]generations com[D]ing, will they think
The [A]only way is fight[D]ing, pay them well
The teach[G]ers are de[D]serving,
they don't mind
From [A]where the children's
[D]coming and the view
That's [G]doing all the shout[D]ing,
off your ass
And [A]try some understand[D]ing
What's all the fuss about [G]a bus when
the [A]children love [D]to travel?
Haven't we learned to be [G]turned
on and to [A]help ourselves unravel?
[D]The piers are growin', gro[G]ws each day,
like [A]a soaring old fast [D]station.
Wasn't it one for [G]all and all,
for one [A]that made this na[D]tion?
What's all the fuss about [G]a bus,
when the [A]children love [D]to travel?
Haven't we learned to be [G]turned on,
and to [A]help ourselves un[D]ravel?
The piers are growin', [G]grows each day,
like a [A]soaring old fast sta[D]tion.
Wasn't it one for [G]all and all,
for one [A]that made this na[D]tion?
What's all the fuss about [G]a bus when
the [A]children love [D]to travel?
Haven't we learned to be [G]turned on
and [A]to help ourselves and travel?