Аккорды Newsboys - RSL 1984

Standard Tuning
Chords indicated are G, Cadd9, Dsus4, Em7. For ease of placement, names have been 
abbreviated. G, C, D, E, respectively) 
This is my first tab, I don't think any of this is the actual stuff, but it sounds 
pretty good just to play along to.

Intro: G  C  G  C
Verse 1:                                                
G            C           G   C  G                      C                  G C
RSL nineteen eighty four.       Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor.
    G                      C               G C
The Bovver boys with their boots shiny red    
    G                      C                G C
And three dollar champagne stirring my head. 
   D              E        C            D           E           C 
We rolled out the barrels, boys.     We sang with a single voice.

Chorus: 
        G     C       D                 E                              C
Let all tears turn to gold. Oh, and the hell I've raised, Lord, let it fade away.
        G   C      D              E                        C
As Your glo-ries unfold give me a part to play, grant me another day.

Verse 2:
    G                        C                      G C
The surf and the sky and the sunshine coast of gold. 
G                         C            G C
Floating on a long board, life on hold.
  G                          C                    G C
I never know the way but you always take me there.              
      G                       C           G C
And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air.
      D             E               C           
We'll roll with the next wave, boys.  
          D               E               C
And we'll sing out, we'll make some noise.

Chorus

Bridge:
G               C                 G       
Red dust rises, clouds your every thought.    
        E                 D                         G
Ah, you don't know you're deceived until you're not.
          E                    D                G
Good dog, bad dog, they get to fightin' in your head. 
        E             D                G
Ah, the winner is the last one gettin' fed.

Verse 3:
G                   C                G C
God is alive and my magic is no good.            
         G                     C          G C
And He's called me out on this walk-about.
   G                      C                     G C
He leads me to water, and traces each song line.            
      G                         C                G C
And I know to know His ways are higher than mine.
   D            E              C      D           E              C
So roll out the road rig, boys.   And sing with a grateful voice.

Chorus x2