Biografia:
Banda irlandesa que participou das gravações e da trilha sonora de Once - Apenas Uma Vez (2006).
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Saw there wasn't a tab for this so thought I'd write it out. Enjoy
Intro:
C C/B F G x2
C C/B
American townland
F G
Snow in Iceland
Russian farmland
And the sword of Islam
The state of new Israel
Remembers Belsen
Now there's sand for Palestine
And grass for Israel
F Am7 G
Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...
Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.
They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.
C C/B
Once were towering steeples
F G
Now there's a soaring eagle
A crescent moon and a rising sun
Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?
If all that's willin' is more and more killin'
Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...
F Am7 G
Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.
They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.
C C/B
The mountains of Mourne
F G
The county Cork I was born in
This dirty old town
Where the rain's always fallin'..
Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?
When all that's willin' is more and more killin'
Intro:
C C/B F G x2
C C/B
American townland
F G
Snow in Iceland
Russian farmland
And the sword of Islam
The state of new Israel
Remembers Belsen
Now there's sand for Palestine
And grass for Israel
F Am7 G
Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...
Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.
They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.
C C/B
Once were towering steeples
F G
Now there's a soaring eagle
A crescent moon and a rising sun
Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?
If all that's willin' is more and more killin'
Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...
F Am7 G
Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.
They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.
C C/B
The mountains of Mourne
F G
The county Cork I was born in
This dirty old town
Where the rain's always fallin'..
Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?
When all that's willin' is more and more killin'
Inti Huayra
Inti-Illimani
Intim
Intimuru
Into Bits