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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Bugsy Malone, Tomorrow
Tabbed by Chris Parker [email protected]
Capo on 1st to play in key with the song.
Intro:
Em Bm Em Bm
Verse 1:
Em Bm Em Bm
Tomorrow , Tomorrow never comes
Em Am Em Bm
What kind of a fool, do they take me for?
Em Bm Em Bm
Tomorrow, a resting place for bums
Em Am Em Bm
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score
A G G/F# Em Bm
I won't take no for an answer, I was born to be a dancer now, Yeah!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, as they say
Another working day and another chore
Tomorrow, an awful price to pay
I gave up yesterday, but they still want more
They are bound to compare me, to Fred Astaire when I'm done
A
Anyone who feels the rhythm, movin' through em
Em Bm Em Bm
Knows it's gonna do em good to let the music burst out
A
When you feel assured let the people know it
Let your laughter loose until your scream
B
Becomes a love-shout, aah!
Tomorrow, tomorrow's far away
Tomorrow, as they say, is reserved for dreams
Tomorrow, tomorrow's looking grey
A playground always locked, trains no winning teams
Won't take no for an answer, I was born to be a dancer now
Anyone who feels the rhythm, movin' through em
Knows it's gonna do em good to let the music burst out.
When you feel assured let the people know it
Let your laughter loose until your scream
Becomes a love-shout, aah!
I make no promises that anything here is true or good or wise or meaningful x
Tabbed by Chris Parker [email protected]
Capo on 1st to play in key with the song.
Intro:
Em Bm Em Bm
Verse 1:
Em Bm Em Bm
Tomorrow , Tomorrow never comes
Em Am Em Bm
What kind of a fool, do they take me for?
Em Bm Em Bm
Tomorrow, a resting place for bums
Em Am Em Bm
A trap set in the slums, but I know the score
A G G/F# Em Bm
I won't take no for an answer, I was born to be a dancer now, Yeah!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, as they say
Another working day and another chore
Tomorrow, an awful price to pay
I gave up yesterday, but they still want more
They are bound to compare me, to Fred Astaire when I'm done
A
Anyone who feels the rhythm, movin' through em
Em Bm Em Bm
Knows it's gonna do em good to let the music burst out
A
When you feel assured let the people know it
Let your laughter loose until your scream
B
Becomes a love-shout, aah!
Tomorrow, tomorrow's far away
Tomorrow, as they say, is reserved for dreams
Tomorrow, tomorrow's looking grey
A playground always locked, trains no winning teams
Won't take no for an answer, I was born to be a dancer now
Anyone who feels the rhythm, movin' through em
Knows it's gonna do em good to let the music burst out.
When you feel assured let the people know it
Let your laughter loose until your scream
Becomes a love-shout, aah!
I make no promises that anything here is true or good or wise or meaningful x
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