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The City
ED SHEERAN · İNGİLİZCE
The City
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The City akorları, Ed Sheeran. Bu şarkının gitar akorları Dbm tonunda çalınır. Kullanılan akorlar: Dbm, B, A, E. Aşağıda akorlar ve sözler bir arada; tonu değiştirip çalma modunda kaydırarak çalabilirsin.
Ton C#m· 🎸 kapo 4 · Am şekli
Akorlar kulağına doğru mu geliyor? Oyla; en çok oy alan versiyon otomatik en üste çıkar, herkes en doğrusunu görür.
A
C#mThis city Bnever Asleeps
I C#mhear the people walk Bby Awhen it's late
C#mSirens bleed through my BwinAdow sill, I can't close my eyes
C#mDon't control whaBt I'm Ainto
C#mThis tower Bis aliAve
C#mThe lights that blind Bkeep Ame awake
C#mWith my hood up and Blace Auntied, sleep fills my mind
C#mDon't control whaBt I'm Ainto
ALondBon calls me C#ma strangEer, a traveller
AThis Bis now Emy home, my home
C#mOh, oh, BI'm burAning on the back streets
C#mOh, oh, Bstuck Ahere sitting in the back seat,
C#mOh, oh, and BI'm blaAzing on the street
AnAd what I do isn't up to you,
And if Bthe city never sleeps then that makes two
C#mThe pavemenBt is Amy friend
C#mIt will take me where BI neeAd to go
I C#mfind it trips me Bup, Aand puts me down
C#mThis is not what BI’m Aused to
C#mThe shop acrBoss Athe road
C#mFulfills my needs and BgivAes me company, when I need it
C#mVoices speak througBh my walAls, I don’t think I’m gonna make it
C#mPast tomBorroAw
ALondBon calls me C#ma stranEger, a traveller
AThis Bis now Emy home, my home
C#mOh, oh, BI'm burAning on the back streets
C#mOh, oh, Bstuck Ahere sitting in the back seat,
C#mOh, oh, and BI'm blaAzing on the street
AnAd what I do isn't up to you,
And if Bthe city never sleeps then that makes two
AAnd my luBngs hurt, And my ears bled,
C#mWith the sound of thEe city life, echoed in my head
ADo I need Bthis, to keep me alive
EThe traffic stops and starts but I need to move along
C#mI’m from a city where the rain won’t cease
BPollution in the Aair matches that on the street
The C#mblack smoke gets you head into a muddle, like
BWalking Ainto elephant syringes in the puddle, like
C#mI was a country boy when I moved out
BGrew up too Afast for my family to find out
C#mNow I try to stop my music running into nosedives
BCan’t resort to arroAgance with white lies
C#mThis city won’t erase me
BuBt I can’t help to Asee how this dark city changed me
C#mIt’s all the same scene, music is my life
BBut I try to figAht whatever I need to hide from
C#mNorth, South, East, West,
LondonB’s my home Anow, knees weak, but we never slow down
C#mNow I start to do my music properly
AnBd stay from Aall the negative shit that will follow me
ALondBon calls me C#ma strangEer, a traveller
AThis Bis now Emy home, my home
C#mOh, oh, BI'm burAning on the back streets
C#mOh, oh, Bstuck Ahere sitting in the back seat,
C#mOh, oh, and BI'm blaAzing on the street
AnAd what I do isn't up to you,
And if Bthe city never sleeps then that makes two
C#mOh, oh, BI'm burAning on the back streets
C#mOh, oh, Bstuck Ahere sitting in the back seat,
C#mOh, oh, and BI'm blaAzing on the street
AnAd what I do isn't up to you,
And if Bthe city never sleeps C#mthen that makes two
