Аккорды Stephen Stills - Word Game

[Tuning]  C# C# C# C# G# C#

[Chords]
C#5        0 0 0 0 5 7
F#5        0 0 0 0 5 5
C#m7       0 0 0 0 3 3   (no5)
Bsus2      0 0 5 0 3 x
C#5*       0 0 7 0 5 x
F#sus2     5 0 0 5 0 0
F#sus4     0 0 0 0 3 5
C#m        3 0 0 3 0 0

licks 4th verse marked with :
         C#|-0------------------|          C#|-3-3------------|
         G#|--b7p5-b3p0-0-------|          G#|--5-5-3-----3-5-|
  ***    C#|------7----5-b3p0-0-|   ****   C#|-------5-3-4----|
         C#|------------------0-|          C#|----------------|
         C#|------------------0-|          C#|----------------|
         C#|--------------------|          C#|----------------|

[Intro]
   C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--|  x4  (riff marked in the verses as **)
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|

[Verse 1]
          F#sus2                                                    **
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes?
          F#sus2                                                 **
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows?
           F#sus2                                                  **
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves
      C#5                     F#sus4
And I know most of you either don't believe it's true
            F#sus2                             C#m                         **
Or else you don't know what to do or maybe I'm singing about you who knows?

[Verse 2]
        F#sus2                                                   **
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows
F#sus2                                                        **
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows
F#sus2                                                   **
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
        C#5                       F#sus4
You can feel it as it's rumblin', let emotions keep a-tumblin'
        F#sus2                            C#m
Then as cities start to crumblin', mostly empty bellies grumblin' here we go

[Bridge]
   C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--|  x4
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|

[Verse 3]
       F#sus2                                                   **
People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown
          F#sus2                                                                      **
Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins And they move in slow
        F#sus2                                              **
A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow
C#5                     F#sus4
I was told that life is change and yet history remains
        F#sus2          C#m
Does it always stay the same? do we shrug it off and say, "Only God knows"?

[Bridge]
   C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--|  x4
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|

[Verse 4]
F#sus2                            ***
  By and by, somebody usually goes
F#sus2                                                                        ****
Down to the ghetto, try and help but they don't know why folks treat them cold
             F#sus2                                                     **
And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old
C#5                                 F#sus4
You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian
       F#sus2                          C#m                     **
If you don't, you will be missing High Mass or the evening show

[Verse 5]
        F#sus2                                                           **
And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown
F#sus2                                                  **
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they own
    F#sus2                                                      **
And you can't prove them wrong they're so God damn sure they know
C#5                              F#sus4
I have seen these things with my very own eyes
    F#sus2                               C#m
And defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die
C#5                        F#sus4
American propaganda, South African lies
         F#sus2                              C#m
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride
      C#5                              F#sus4
And I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides
    F#sus2                             C#m
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry
            C#5                              F#sus4
Because his children they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up
      F#sus2                                   C#m                           **
 with bigots and their silver cups they're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright

[Outro]
   C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--|  x4
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|

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| p  Pull-off
| b  Bend

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