Brown Bird

Bow For Blade

Brown Bird

Acordes de guitarra Easy level Fácil
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VERSE 
Gm 
Bred by skin, born to dust 
Cm 
Raised in flames and aged in rust 
Gm                                      D 
Build an altar on high for the world to see 

Gm 
Crawl in stalks, run to the sea 
Cm 
Scour every shore for industry 
Gm                   D             Gm 
Burn the bulk of the battles in effigy 

 
Cm                  Gm 
Falling through the sky 
D                     Gm           Bb   Cm 
Crowds have gathered, mouths gaped open wide 
                       Gm 
Some shouting some are stupefied 
A                      D 
Others would rather be home 
Gm                                Cm 
And though the cowards cast their qualms aloud 
Gm          D                     Gm 
The falling still descend alone 

VERSE 
Gm 
Forced at birth, trained in trade 
Cm 
Anger feeds the child cum music maid 
Gm                                             D  D7   
Frustration fueling the fire every step of the way 

Gm 
Over rocks and through the wood 
Cm 
Swallow all the reels and ales she could 
Gm               D                 Gm 
Battle rages but all we wanna do is play 

 
Cm                  Gm 
Falling through the sky 
D                     Gm           Bb   Cm 
Crowds have gathered, mouths gaped open wide 
                       Gm 
Some shouting some are stupefied 
A                      D 
Others would rather be home 
Gm                                Cm 
And though the cowards cast their qualms aloud 
Gm          D                     Gm 
The falling still descend alone 

BREAK 
Cm   Gm   D   Gm   Bb     Cm   Gm   A   D   Gm   Cm   Gm   D     Gm 

VERSE 
Gm 
Wrought with earth, sick with jade 
Cm 
Travel don't make the luster fade 
Gm                              D  D7   
Toil cheek to cheek and bow for blade 

Gm 
Braced in flame and souls to keep 
Cm 
Desire won't let the monster sleep 
Gm                 D               Gm     
We burn bright and broil in our crusade 

 
Cm                  Gm 
Falling through the sky 
D                     Gm           Bb   Cm 
Crowds have gathered, mouths gaped open wide 
                       Gm 
Some shouting some are stupefied 
A                      D 
Others would rather be home 
Gm                                Cm 
And though the cowards cast their qualms aloud 
Gm          D                     Gm     
The falling still descend alone

Enviado por: Luciano Camargo

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