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The Hosting of the Sidhe - Хелависа

Проигрыватель mp3 песни:
воспроизвести / пауза (клавиша NUM8),
с начала (двойное нажатие NUM8)

Читалка подбора по строкам:
начать с начала (двойное нажатие NUM5),
предыдущая строка (клавиша NUM4),
повторить текущую строку (клавиша NUM5),
следующая строка (клавиша NUM6),
прослушать аппликатуру аккордов в текущей строке (клавиша NUM2)

Текст песни с аккордами:

    Intro: Em D A C Hm Em

   Em         G       Am
The host is riding from Knocknarea
   C             D       Em
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
           G       Am
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
   C         D       Em
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
 
  F       Em    Am
  Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
     F    Em      Am
  The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
      F      G      Am
  Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
      F       G       A
  Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
     D              Am
  Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;

       D         Am
    And if any gaze on our rushing band,
       D                Am
    We come between him and the deed of his hand,
       C                D       Em
    We come between him and the hope of his heart.

The host is rushing "twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.

    And if any gaze on our rushing band,
    We come between him and the deed of his hand,
    We come between him and the hope of his heart.

Справочная информация:

Система читает подборы аккордов по строкам давай возможность разучивать их на слух. Перед названием аккорда произносится "аккорд". В качестве горячих клавиш используются NUM-клавиши: это дополнительный блок цифровых клавиш, обычно, справа на клавиатуре. Двойное нажатие - это быстрое нажатие одной и той же клавиши два раза подряд.

Intro: {Em} {D} {A} {C} {Hm} {Em} {Em} {G} {Am} The host is riding from Knocknarea {C} {D} {Em} And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; {G} {Am} Caoilte tossing his burning hair, {C} {D} {Em} And Niamh calling Away, come away. {F} {Em} {Am} Empty your heart of its mortal dream. {F} {Em} {Am} The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, {F} {G} {Am} Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, {F} {G} {A} Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, {D} {Am} Our arms are waving, out lips are apart; {D} {Am} And if any gaze on our rushing band, {D} {Am} We come between him and the deed of his hand, {C} {D} {Em} We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing "twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away. And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.