キー: Ab major
Verse 1
G
Am
G
Sundays, too, my father got up early
and put his clothes on
ached from labor
in the weekday weather,
No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold
splintering breaking.
G
G
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
speaking indifferently to him who
had driven out the cold
and polished my good
shoes as well.
What did I know?
What did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
この曲はどうでしたか？
チューナーE A D G B E
コードG Am F# C A
世界中で人気のコード
すべてのユーザーで最も演奏されるコードとタブ譜