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Eminem - Sing For The Moment, аккорды

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  • 30 нояб. 1999
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Intro: Fm - D# - C# - D#

Verse:
Fm               D#     
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
C#                    D# 
Whose worst fear is a child 
D#
With dyed hair and who likes earrings
Fm                 G 
Like whatever they say has no bearing
     G#                       A#   
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
Fm                               D# 
To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
  C#                   D# 
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
Fm                              G 
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
         G#                          A# 
When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out 
              Fm                        D# 
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
       C#                               D#  
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
     Fm                                     G  
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back 
G#                             A#
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap 
   Fm                              D#
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
     C#                        D# 
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    Fm                              G  
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
        G#                             A#    
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go 

Chorus: [Eminem] 
       Fm     
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#                     D# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm               G 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
C#                  D#                       C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

[Eminem]:
Fm                        D#     
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 
C#                           D# 
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum 
Fm                 G 
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 
     G#                      A#   
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me 
Fm                            D# 
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
  C#                              D# 
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 
Fm                                  G 
Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate 
         G#                               A# 
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
          Fm                       D# 
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
       C#                     D#  
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? 
     Fm                     G 
From standin on corners and porches just rappin  
G#                     A#
To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass 
  Fm                                D#
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 
C#                D# 
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
     Fm                    G  
To get they hands on every dime you have 
 G#                                   A#      
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
            Fm                     D#            
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon  
C#                            D# 
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns 
Fm                           G 
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
     G#                 A#   
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 
Fm                               D#
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously 
  C#                     D#
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
Fm                              G  
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
        G#                       A# 
If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B! 
Fm                  D# 
It's all political, if my music is literal
    C#                     D#
And I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 
Fm                        G  
I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
         G#                        A# 
You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

Chorus: [Eminem] 
       Fm     
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#                     D# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm               G 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
C#                  D#                       C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
 
[Eminem]:
         Fm                        D# 
They say music can alter moods and talk to you 
            C#                        D#
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? 
           Fm                         G 
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude 
              G#                         A# 
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued 
               Fm                    D#
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols 
C#                             D# 
and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool 
Fm                                  G 
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 
         G#                           A#
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales 
          Fm                   D# 
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self 
        C#                              D# 
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 
               Fm                             G 
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
        G#                      A#
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
             Fm                    D#
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing 
             C#                     D# 
Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine 
         Fm                            G
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long 
        G#                             A# 
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 
       Fm                             D#
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 
          C#                        D# 
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die 
          Fm                             G 
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 
      G#                                   A#  
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes 
           Fm                          D#
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it 
  C#                                      D#
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden 
    Fm                                G 
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits  
     G#                             A#
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 

Chorus: [Eminem] 
       Fm     
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#                     D# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm               G 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
C#                  D#                       C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

       Fm     
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#                     D# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm               G 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
C#                  D#                       C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Outro: Fm - D# - C# - D#
       Fm - G - G# - A#
       Fm - D# - C# - D#
       Fm - G - G# - A# - B        

Аппликатуры аккордов

Аккорд Fm
Аккорд D#
Аккорд C#
Аккорд G
Аккорд G#
Аккорд A#
Аккорд C
Аккорд B

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