Kunci Ukulele Bruce Springsteen – The wall Versi 1

Ciga^Frettes and a bottle of ^Cbeer, this ^Fpoem that I wrote ^Cfor you This black ^Fstone and these hard ^Ctears they're ^Fall I've got left now ^Cof you I re^Ammember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out ^Cparty I've read ^AmRobert McNamara, he says he's ^Csorry

Yeah, you and your ^Fboots and black t-^Cshirt, oh, ^FBilly you looked so ^Cbad Yeah ^Fyou and your rock and roll ^Cband was the ^Fbest thing this shit town ever ^Chad

Now the ^Ammen that put you here eat with their families in rich ^Cdining halls And ap^Amology and forgiveness got no place here at ^Call, here at the wall

I'm ^Fsorry that I missed you last ^Cyear, I couldn't ^Ffind no one to ^Cdrive me If your ^Feyes could cut through that black ^Cstone, tell me ^Fwould they recog^Cnize me

For the ^Amliving time it must be served, life ^Cgoes on Ciga^Amrettes and a bottle of beer and skin on ^Cblack stone

High school ^Fpictures and paper ^Cflowers, there's ^Fribbons as red as t^Che blood Yeah as the ^Fblood you spilled^C in the ^FCentral Highlands m^Cud Now the l^Amimousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue as the ^Crain falls A^Ampology and forgiveness got no place here ^Cat all