Hợp âm When Margaret Was Eleven

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]My father said farewell
[Bm]and the band played tunes of g[A]lory[D]
[G]A giant man with [D]ribbons,
bedeviled dig[A]nity
A [G]regimental sergeant,
[D]the[G] backbone of the Empire
[D]For God[G] and righteous glo[D]ry
bound for [A]High [D]Germany

[Verse 2]
Sweet [D]Lord, I was just [A]seven when
[G]Margaret was [D]eleven
[G]They served us war for [D]breakfast and
soldiers' songs for [A]tea
[G]"Your father's gone [D]campaigning"
was a [G]way of not [D]explaining
[G]That soldiers are the living
[D]proof of [A]our inhumanity
[D]

[Verse 3]
My childhood passed away midst
[Bm]the tales and lurid [A]stor[D]ies
Of [G]manufactured [D]glories
and inhuman gal[A]lantry
I [G]asked, "When is war over?",
[D]but[G] no one deemed to answer me[D]
And [G]Margaret played that dreaded
[D]tune called Hig[A]h Ger[D]many

[Verse 4]
Sweet [D]Lord, I was [A]just seven when
[G]Margaret was [D]eleven
[G]They served us war [D]for breakfast
and soldiers' songs for [A]tea
"Your [G]father's gone [D]campaigning"
was a [G]way of not [D]explaining
[G]That soldiers are the living
[D]proof [A]of our inhumanity
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[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
My [D]father made it home,
but he [Bm]came without his [A]reas[D]on
Two [G]eyes of molten [D]madness,
a senseless [A]fool of war
"He's [G]just a child," my mother [D]cried,
"to [G]be dressed in full regalia
[D]And par[G]aded as a hero h[D]ome
from [A]High Ger[D]many"

[Verse 6]
Sweet [D]Lord, I was just [A]seven
when [G]Margaret was eleven
[D]The[G]y served us war for bre[D]akfast
and soldiers' songs for [A]tea
"Your [G]father's gone cam[D]paigning"
was a [G]way of not [D]explaining
[G]That soldiers are the liv[D]ing
proof [A]of our inhumanity
[D]

[Verse 7]
[G]There'll be no tunes of glory
[D]for Mar[A]garet and me