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Ode To the Mets

The Strokes F#m Điệu Ballad

Phiên bản mới

2 năm trước
Capo 4
Intro
[Dm] [G] [Em] [Am] (x2)
 
Verse 1
Up on his [Dm]horse, up on his [G]horse
Not gonna [Em]wake up here [Am]anymore
Listen one [Dm]time,  it's not the [G]truth
It's just the [Em]story I tell [Am]to you
Easy to [Dm]say, easy to [G]do
But it's not [Em]easy, well maybe for [Am]you
Hope that you [Dm]find it, hope that it's [G]good
Hope that you [Em]read it, think that you [Am]should
Cuts you some [Dm]slack as he sits [G]back
Sizes you [Em]up, plans his [Am]attack
 
Spoken
[Dm]Da-da-da
Drums please, [G]Fab
 
Pre-Chorus
And I got it [Em]all, I got it [Am]all
Waitin' for [Dm]me down on the [G]street
But now you gotta do [Em]somethin' special for [Am]me
I'm gonna [Dm]say what's on my [G]mind
Then I'll [Em]walk out, then I'll feel [Am]fine
 
Chorus
Yeah, I'm under his [Dm]thumb, I'm on his [G]back
I will not [Em]show my teeth too [Am]quick
I needed you [Dm]there, I needed you [G]there
But I didn't [Em]know, I didn't [Am]know
 
Break
G[Dm]Go a[G]alone
I'll [C]go [Am]alone
We'll [Dm]go [G]alone
I'll [C]go [Am]alone
 
Instrumental
[Dm] [G] [Em] [Am]
Verse 2
Back from his [Dm]trip, he's at the [G]door
When he gets [Em]back, he's on the [Am]phone
Innocent [Dm]eye, innocent [G]heart
No, it's not [Em]wrong, but it's not [Am]right
Innocent [Dm]time, out on his [G]own
Not gonna do [Em]that, fuck, I'm out of [Am]control
I was just [Dm]bored, playin' the [G]guitar
Learned all your [Em]tricks, wasn't too [Am]hard
 
Chorus
It's the last one [Dm]now, I can promise you [G]that
I'm gonna find out the [Em]truth when I get [Am]back
Instrumental
[Dm]Aaah [G]Aaah
[C]Aaah [Am]Aaah
[Dm]Aaah [G]Aaah
[C]Aaah [Am]Aaah
 
Outro
G[C]Gone now are the old times
[Dm]Forgotten, time to hold on the [F]railing
The Rubik's Cube isn't [G]solving for us
O[C]Old friends, long forgotten
The [Dm]old ways at the bottom of
The [F]ocean now has swallowed
The [G]only thing that's [C]left is us
So pardon the [Dm]silence that you're hearing
Is [F]turnin' into a deafening, [G]painful, shameful [C]roar
 
Solo
[C] [Dm] [F] [G] [C]
 
 

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