September 1913: аккорды на гитаре
На этой странице вы найдёте аккорды песни «September 1913» для гитары, а также полный текст композиции. Аккорды и текст размещены в обучающих целях, чтобы начинающим гитаристам было проще разобраться, как играть песню «September 1913» на гитаре.
Как играть на гитаре песню «September 1913»: аккорды, текст, разбор
Для начала давайте ознакомимся с оригинальными аккордами, которые используются в композиции «September 1913», оценим, реально ли научиться играть эту песню на гитаре для начинающих гитаристов, а затем посмотрим слова и аккорды песни и перейдём к разбору.
Аккорды песни «September 1913» для гитары
Чтобы сыграть песню «September 1913» на гитаре, вам нужно выучить следующие аккорды:
- Em
- C
- G
- D
- F#
- Bm
- A
- Am
Слова песни «September 1913» с аккордами
Em C What need you, being come to sence, G D But fumble in a greasy till Em C And add the halfpence to the pence G D And prayer to shivering prayer, until Em F# Bm D You have dried the marrow from the bone? A For men were born to pray and save: C D Am Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, C D Em It's with О'Leary in the grave. C D G Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, C D Em It's with О'Leary in the grave. Yet they were of a different kind, The names that stilled your childish play, The have gone about the world like wind, But little time had they to pray For whom the hangman's rope was spun, And what, God help us, could thay save? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with О'Leary in the grave. Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with О'Leary in the grave. Was it for this the wild geese spread The grey wind upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with О'Leary in the grave. Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with О'Leary in the grave. Yet could we turn the years again, And call these exiles as they were In all their loneliness and pain, You'd cry, "Some woman's yellow hair Has maddened every mother's son" They weighed so lightly what they gave. But let them be, they're dead and gone, They're with О'Leary in the grave. But let them be, they're dead and gone, They're with О'Leary in the grave.