Tác giả : Phil Ochs
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
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London bridge is falling down, 
E 			am 
And the people want their crown. 
D			 g 
They are not fooling a-round. 
C	       g	       c    /c7/f 
Gimme my crown, gimme my crown, gimme my crown. 
F 
So i'll say these words to you, 
Dm				  c 
Though you won't believe a word i say... 
G 
Gonna say the words anyway. 
 
Bb 	      am 
Poems are pretty; tales are tall. 
Bb 
Only the witches recall: 
A		    g 
The bigger they are, the harder they fall. 
 
 
Jack and jill went up the hill 
They were looking for a thrill 
But she forgot to take her pill 
Gimme my pill, gimme my pill, gimme my pill 
Through our fantasies we fly 
In the prison of our dreams we die 
Dieting in an apple pie 
 
*chorus* 
 
Mary had a little lamb 
Couldn't make it with a man 
She buried babies in the sand 
Gimme my sand, gimme my sand, gimme my sand 
So the visions came to stay 
She was beheaded on a holiday 
That's the price you have to pay 
 
*chorus* 
 
Mother goose is on the loose 
Stealing lines from lenny bruce 
Drinking booze and killing jews 
Gimme my jews, gimme my booze, gimme my jews 
Six million jingles can't be wrong 
From the dragon to the viet cong 
Fairy tales have come along 
 
*chorus* 
 
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