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!
Intro: F Bb C
F F7
Here I sit, watching the sun
Bb Bbm F
As it slowly rises in the sky
The air is clear
F7
The day has just begun
Bb
Birds are singing
Bbm F
As they're flying by
Bb C
I know I don't know birds that well
F F7 Bb
But they always seem to sing about love
Bbm F
I really wish that they could tell
C
How it looks like
Bb C F
How it looks like from above
F F7
Here I go, I'm on my way
Bb Bbm F
I am searching for a song that makes me smile
The sun is high
F7
The birds are out to play
Bb
They are singing
Bbm F
And I listen for a while
Bb C
Well I know I don't know birds that well
F F7 Bb
But they always seem to sing in harmony
Bbm F
And it sounds to me as they would tell
C
What it feels like
Bb C F
How it feels like to be free
F F7
Now I sit, watching the moon
Bb Bbm F
And I think of all the love we try to hide
The nightingale sings
F7
Its favorite tune
Bb Bbm
It doesn't need to share
F
Our foolish pride
Bb C
Well I know I don't know birds that well
F F7 Bb
But they always seem to sing about love
Bbm F
If we'd listen maybe they could tell
C
How it feels like
Bb F
How it feels like up above
C
How it feels like
Bb C F F4 F
How it feels like to be loved
F F7
Here I sit, watching the sun
Bb Bbm F
As it slowly rises in the sky
The air is clear
F7
The day has just begun
Bb
Birds are singing
Bbm F
As they're flying by
Bb C
I know I don't know birds that well
F F7 Bb
But they always seem to sing about love
Bbm F
I really wish that they could tell
C
How it looks like
Bb C F
How it looks like from above
F F7
Here I go, I'm on my way
Bb Bbm F
I am searching for a song that makes me smile
The sun is high
F7
The birds are out to play
Bb
They are singing
Bbm F
And I listen for a while
Bb C
Well I know I don't know birds that well
F F7 Bb
But they always seem to sing in harmony
Bbm F
And it sounds to me as they would tell
C
What it feels like
Bb C F
How it feels like to be free
F F7
Now I sit, watching the moon
Bb Bbm F
And I think of all the love we try to hide
The nightingale sings
F7
Its favorite tune
Bb Bbm
It doesn't need to share
F
Our foolish pride
Bb C
Well I know I don't know birds that well
F F7 Bb
But they always seem to sing about love
Bbm F
If we'd listen maybe they could tell
C
How it feels like
Bb F
How it feels like up above
C
How it feels like
Bb C F F4 F
How it feels like to be loved
Monday Tramps
Mondays
Monde Yeux
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