E G C D A D Ooh, there's no bread, let them eat cake. E G C D C D There's no end to what they'll take. E G C D A D Flaunt the fruits of noble birth. E G C D C D Wash the salt into the earth. Припев: G D/F# G C B A But they're marching to Bastille Day. G A D La guillotine will claim her bloody prize. G D/F# G C B A Free the dungeons of the innocent. G A D The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise. Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow when they rode by Припев: And we're marching to Bastille Day The guillotine will claim her bloody prize Sing, oh choirs of cacophony The king has kneeled to let his kingdom rise Lessons taught but never learned All around us, anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast Припев: For they marched up to Bastille Day The guillotine claimed her bloody prize Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't all that money buys Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA ![]() C ![]() D ![]() E ![]() F# ![]() G ![]() B ![]() |