The A Team аккордыEd Sheeran

Аккорды с текстом песни The A Team - Ed Sheeran

Intro: A | A | A | A Eadd11/G# 
       F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A

A
White lips, pale face,
             E/G# F#m7
Breathing in snowflakes,
             Dadd9 A
Burnt lungs, sour taste.

A
Light’s gone, day’s end,
              E/G# F#m7
Struggling to pay rent,
             Dadd9   A
Long nights, strange men.

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   A
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple grams
  F#m                      D         A
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              F#m                   D
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  A
     Or sells love to another man,
  F#m           D      A
     It’s too cold outside
         Eadd11    F#m9  D6add9
     For angels to fly,
  A            F#m9 D6add9 A
     Angels to fly.

A
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
             E/G# F#m7
Tried to swim and stay afloat
             Dadd9 A
Dry house, wet clothes.

A
Loose change, bank notes,
             E/G# F#m7
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
             Dadd9 A
Call girl, no phone.

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   A
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple grams
  F#m                      D         A
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              F#m                   D
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  A
     Or sells love to another man,
  F#m           D      A
     It’s too cold outside
         Eadd11    Bm7
     For angels to fly,
                   Dadd9
     An angel will die,
                F#m7
     Covered in white, closed eye,
         A
     And hoping for a better life.

    Bm7                   Dadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
                   A
Straight down the line.

Instrumental: A | A | A | A E/G# | F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A

       Bm7
   And they say
                       D
   She’s in the Class A Team,
                  A
   Stuck in her daydream,
                       E
   Been this way since eighteen
                  Bm7
   But lately her face seems
                   D
   Slowly sinking, wasting,
                  A
   Crumbling like pastries
   A
   And they scream,
       E
   The worst things in life come free to us,

Chorus:
                  F#m            D
     ’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
  A
     And go mad for a couple grams
  F#m                      D         A
     And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
              F#m                   D
     And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
  A
     Or sells love to another man,
  F#m           D      A
     It’s too cold outside
         Eadd11    F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
     For angels to fly,
     A         F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
     Angels to fly.
   A      F#m9 Dmaj
     To fly,
          Amaj
     To fly,
         A         F#m9    Dmaj    Amaj
     For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
     A/E       A
     Angels to die.