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.
Intro:
I've gone through life white-knuckled
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust
() ()
God knows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy
(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time
()
(Flesh and bone)
Somewhere outside that finish line
()
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like a raging bull
()
Anointed by the blood I take the reins
Cut from the cloth of a flag that
()
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell
(What are you afraid of?)
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time
()
(Flesh and bone)
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
Man I'm turning on a dime
()
(Flesh and bone)
(This could decay)
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defences are down
The stakes are high
(Scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale end
(To face off the journey that fathers no more)
The staggering blow
(You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin
(Thinkin' with your corners just a compass and the sun)
This could be real
(Thinkin' with your corners just a)
Simple
<u>Gm</u> <u>Cm</u> <u>Eb</u> <u>F</u>
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time
()
(Flesh and bone)
What are you made of?
<u>Gm</u> <u>Cm</u> <u>Eb</u> <u>F</u>
repeat for outro
He faces forward
Trading in his blindness for the world of love
And time is raging may it rage in vain
And you always had it but you never knew
So boots and saddles get on your feet
There's no surrender cause there's no retreat
The bells are sounding bring this match to an end
We are the descendents of giant men.
(supprime les barrés)