Cifra de Sydney 2000 Olympic Theme - The Whitlams
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Primeiro acorde: F# 10 acordes identificados
|F# |Abm |B Bbm|Ebm7 C#
F#
No head for breakfast
Abm B
The car wouldn't start
The train was really full
No he didn't want to work
F#
The houses all the same
Abm B
Now here's the rain
Not falling
It's collapsing at his feet
F#
Deep breath and Bundy's on
Abm B
With a raincoat on his arm
He wishes the hours would disappear
A Ab
The trip's in vain, 'cause awaiting him :
Fm Bbm
A layoff notice and his severance pay
Fm Bbm Ebm7
He shuffles back to the train again
F# Bbm
You've gotta love this city
F#
For days he lies in bed
Abm
Nothing in his head
B Bbm Ebm7 C#
Enough Oprah, time to rise and take 'em on
So he tracks on, tracks on into town
Abm
He's never down
B Bbm Ebm7 C#
When he's walking one in a hundred in a crowd
Yeah the girls are pretty and the lights are bright
And it's truth and dare all in the one big night
B F#
He really loves his city
A Ab
Holding court at Taylor Square proper
Fm Bbm
The man he could become
Fm Bbm
Lee is full as a bum now
Ebm7 F# Bbm
Seven holy parcels by his side
Ebm7 F# Bbm Ebm7
Yeah, you gotta love this city
F# Bbm
You gotta love this city
F#
He walks along the foreshore
Abm
He's got a bottle
B Bbm Ebm7
And he shrugs in time with the water
C#
The water loves him
F#
He can take no car
Abm B
He won't miss his job
B F#
At least he's got the city
A Ab
It was busy everywhere he went
There was a crowd over the bay
And a fireworks display
"It's all very strange for a Thursday night" thought he
And it dawns on him as a cracker explodes
And who the hell is he going to blame ?
It dawns on him, the horror
We got the Olympic Games
Ebm7 F# Bbm
Ebm7 F# Bbm
For its body and not its brain
And he screams : "My city is a whore"
It's opened its legs to the world
Ebm7 F#
Jumped up and down in pastel shirts
And lathered up thinking about designs for t-shirts
Ebm7 F# Bbm
You gotta love this city
Ebm7 F# Bbm
For its body and not its brain
{You used to love this city}
F# Bbm
{Love this city, used to love this city}
{You used to love this city}
F# Bbm
{Love this city, used to love this city}
{He used to love this city}
F# Bbm
{Love this city, for its body and not its brain}
{He used to love this city}
F# Bbm
{Love this city, for its body and not its brain}
And it's more than he can take
And the star's reflection breaks
He's had enough
And he sinks to the bottom.
Transcribed by Tim Byron