Ed Sheeran — The A Team (Eb) | версия для печати

Ed Sheeran: "The A Team"

Версия для печати (укулеле, Eb)

© Подбор аккордов: Антон Гавзов // шеф проекта (https://Muzland.ru)
± Темп (BPM): ♩ = 85 ударов в минуту

Lyrics and Music by Ed Sheeran

Intro: Eb | Eb | Eb | Eb Bbadd₁₁
       Cm₇ | Cm₇ G#add₉ | Eb | Eb

Eb
White lips, pale face,
             Bb   Cm₇
Breathing in snowflakes,
             G#add₉ Eb
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Eb
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              Bb   Cm₇
Struggling to pay rent,
             G#add₉  Eb
Long nights, strange men.

       Fm₇
   And they say
                       G#
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  Eb
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       Bb
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Fm₇
   But lately her face seems
                   G#
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  Eb
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
       Bb
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  Cm             G#
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  Eb
     And go mad for a couple grams
  Cm                       G#        Eb
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              Cm                    G#
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  Eb
     Or sells love to another man,
  Cm            G#     Eb
     It’s too cold outside
         Bbadd₁₁   Cm₇   G#₆   
     For angels to fly,
  Eb           Cm₇  G#₆    Eb
     Angels to fly.

Ripped gloves, raincoat,
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes.

Loose change, bank notes,
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
Call girl, no phone.

   And they say
   She’s in the Class A Team,
   Stuck in her daydream,
   Been this way since eighteen
   But lately her face seems
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
   Crumbling like pastries
   And they scream,
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
     And go mad for a couple grams
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
     Or sells love to another man,
     It’s too cold outside
         Bbadd₁₁   Fm₇
     For angels to fly,
                   G#add₉
     An angel will die,
                Cm₇
     Covered in white,
     Closed eye,
         Eb
     And hoping for a better life.

    Fm₇                   G#add₉
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   Eb
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: Eb | Eb | Eb | Eb Bb
              Cm₇ | Cm₇ G#add₉ | Eb | Eb

   And they say
   She’s in the Class A Team,
   Stuck in her daydream,
   Been this way since eighteen
   But lately her face seems
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
   Crumbling like pastries
   They scream,
   The worst things in life come free to us.

Chorus:
     And we’re all under the upperhand,
     Go mad for a couple grams
     And we don’t want to go outside tonight,
     And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland,
     Or sell love to another man,
     It’s too cold outside
         Bbadd₁₁   Cm₇  G#maj Ebmaj
     For angels to fly,
     Eb        Cm₇  G#maj Ebmaj
     Angels to fly.

   Eb     Cm₇  G#maj
     To fly,
          Ebmaj
     To fly,
         Eb        Cm₇     G#maj   Ebmaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     Eb         
     Angels to die.

Аппликатуры аккордов (укулеле)