Hợp âm Broken Hymns

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
[D][A][D]
[A][D][G][A][D][G][Asus4][A][D]

[Verse 1]
Now [D]the fog
and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on [A]row
[D]In 1861 they prayed for god
to [G]keep their [A]souls[D]
Jimmy left home in April,
that was one year to the [A]day
Writes his [D]mother back home in Brighton,
but he ain't got much [A]to say
He's for[G]gotten what his town [D]looks like,
[A]the smell of [G]death is all [A]around[D]
He [G]dreams of the blue at[D]lantic [A]to once
[D]again be [G]homeward [A]bound
Homeward [D]bound

[Verse 2]
Though [D]the road was long and winding
[A]many sna[D]res lay in their pat[A]h
But their [D]struggle they saw as righteous [A]they fought
with [D]might and [G]struck with wrath
[A]

[Verse 3]
Now the [G]battle hymns are [D]playing,
re[A]port of shot[G]s not far a[A]way
[D]No pra[G]yer, no promise,
no [D]hand of god [A]could save [D]their souls that [G]April [A]day
Tell their [G]wives that they fought [D]bravely
[A]as they [D]lay them [G]in their [A]graves
[D]

[Verse 4]
As the train pulled in the station an[A]d the
fam[D]ilies gathered [A]'round
You could [D]hear the first car echo [A]with
[D]a loud triu[G]mphant s[D]ound[A]
But the [D]last car it was silent,
they [A]listened [D]close but they couldn't [A]hear
It was [D]laden down with coffins,
that didn't speak and [G]couldn't [A]cheer

[Verse 5]
Now the [G]battle hymns are play[D]ing,
re[A]port of shot[G]s not far a[A]way
[D]No prayer,[G] no promise,
no [D]hand of god [A]could save [D]their souls that [G]April [A]day
Tell [G]their wives that they fought [D]bravely [A]as they [D]lay them
[G]in their [A]graves

[Interlude 1]
[A][D][A]
[Bm][G][D][A]
[Bm][G][D][A]
[Bm][G]

[Verse 6]
As [D]the train pulled in the station and
the fam[A]ilies gathered 'round
You could [Bm]hear the first car echo
with a [A]loud triumphant sound

[Verse 7]
Now the [G]battle hymns are [D]playing,
re[A]port of shot[G]s not far a[A]way[D]
No [G]prayer, no promise,
no [D]hand of [A]god could save [D]their souls that [G]April [A]day
Now the [G]battle hymns are [D]playing,
re[A]port of shot[G]s not far a[A]way[D]
No [G]prayer, no promise,
no [D]hand of [A]god could save [D]the souls of [G]the blue and [A]gray
Tell their [G]wives that they fought [D]bravely
[A]as they [D]lay them [G]in their graves

[Outro 1]
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