annuler
Change la taille du texte.
Remplace par des accords plus faciles à jouer.
Affiche les acccords français (Do, Ré, Mi…).
Seul le bas du texte défile, vous laissant ainsi les accords de départ visibles.
Certaines partitions n’affichent les accords qu’au début. Cet outil tente de les recopier dans l’ensemble du texte.
Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
The Golden Idol
Well they've made a golden idol of the girl you used to be
Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree
And yeah they've dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new disguise
Nailin' artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes
In that golden coach that turns into a bed
You better make it gal before you wake up dead.
'Cause they'll paint your burnin' beauty with a coat of shiny lies
And they'll blind you with their wine so you won't even realize
'Til you watch the face you're washin' disappearin' down the drain
And you're starin' in your mirror goin' privately insane
And that golden crown they've pushed down on your head
You better make it gal before you wake up dead.
Just look around them golden sidewalks that you're walkin' on today
And you'll see that lonely gutter just a careless step away
And that altar that they're buildin' you don't even understand
'Cause you're dazzled by the flashin' of the daggers in their hands
You'll be dancin' in the darkness when their music disappears
And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear
'Til your broken body's bleeding on an altar made of stone
And you've sacrificed your soul to please a world that's sick and wrong
But you never heard a single word I said
Oh make it gal before you wake up dead