Gloomy Sunday (Billie Holiday) – (Hợp Âm) – Điệu Ballad

Không Capo

[Am] Sunday is [Am] gloomy [D] my hours are [F] slumberless.
[Am] Dearest, the [Am] shadows I [D] live with are [E] numberless.
[Dm] Little white [Dm] flowers will [F] never [E] awaken you,
[Am] Not where the [Am] black coach of [D] sorrow has [E] taken you.
[Am] Angels [Am] have no thought of [D] ever [F] returning you —
[Am] Would they be [Am] angry if [D] I thought of [E] joining [F] [E] you?
[Am] [E] Gloomy [Am] [Am] [D] [F] [E] Sunday.
[Am] Gloomy [Am] Sunday, with [D] shadows I [F] spend it all;
[Am] My heart and [Am] I have [D] decided to [E] end it all.
[Dm] Soon there’ll be [Dm] candles and [F] prayers that are [E] sad, I know;
[Am] Let them not [Am] weep, let them [D] know that I’m [E] glad to go.
[Am] Death is no [Am] dream, for in [D] death I’m [F] caressing [E] you;
[Am] With the last [Am] breath of my [D] soul, I’ll be [E] blessing [F] [E] you.
[Am] [E] Gloomy [Am] [Am] [D] [F] [E] Sunday.
[A] [D] Dreaming [A] – [D] I was only [A] [D] [A] [D] dreaming.
I [A] wake and I [Bm] find you [C#m] asleep in the [F#m] deep of my [B] heart, [F] [E] dear.
[Am] Darling, I [Am] hope that my [D] dream never [F] haunted [E] you;
[Am] My heart is [Am] telling you [D] how much I [E] wanted [F] [E] you.
[Am] [E] Gloomy [Am] [Am] [D] [F] [E] [Am] Sunday.