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ãðóïïà Elton John, Àêêîðäû ïåñíè Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

Ãðóïïà: Elton John - äðóãèå àêêîðäû (148),   îá èñïîëíèòåëå (1 ñòàòåé),   äèñêè (29),   ôîòîãðàôèè (16)
Àêêîðäû ïåñíè: Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
Ïðîñìîòðîâ: 1543
Ïðèñëàë: squire (cailinsquires@yahoo.ie)




    
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Honky Chateau
C
         F/C  C
And now I know
E7              Am     C/G  F                        C/E        Dm  C
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
    F/C        C          Csus4 C
I thought I knew
E7                   Am          C/G      F            C/E               Dm7  C/E
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
F                     C/E        Dm7                          C
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
F                         C/E               G                       C
You stand at the edge      while people run you through
F                          C/E          F/G                                    C
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
F                                    C/E                         Dm     G
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
                    C                  Bb
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters               F/A                   C/G Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers        C                                                            F Turn around and say good morning to the night          E7                           Am  C/G For unless they see the sky                F          C/G        D But they can't and that is why          F                              G                F They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in I'll go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City Subway's no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the Lord for the people I have found I thank the Lord for the people I have found








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