Отключить рекламуINTRO: F#m C#m7 F#m C#m7
VERSE
F#m C#m7Do I hear what I think I'm hearing
F#m C#m7do i see the signs I think I see
D E F#mor is this just fantasy
C#m7is it true that the beast is waking
F#m C#m7 B Bmstirring in his restless sleep tonight in the pale moon light
F#m C#m7 F#min the grip of this cold December you and
EI have reason to remember
CHORUS
A F#mSoldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
D Dm Athe songs that you and I don't sing
Dthey blow their horns and march along
A F#mthey drum their drums and look so strong
A D Eyou'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
A F#mSoldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
D Dm Athe songs that you and I won't sing
F#m Fdimlet's not look the other way
C#7 F#mtaking a chance
A Dcause if the bugler starts to play
E Awe too must dance
VERSE
What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble
won't somebody tell me what I hear
in the distance but drawing near
is it only a storm approaching
all that thunder and the blinding light in the winter night
In the grip of this cold December
you and I have reason to remember
CHORUS
Instrumental: A F#m A D/A E E
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OUTRO: A F#m D Dm repeat
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