Cifras para Guitarra Ancient Lullaby

Tono:  B
F
                                      
Bb
 
Mist rising on the horizon
                              
F
                                                    
C
 
Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes and
                              
Dm
                                                                                                  
Am
 
Listenin' until we've ridden the mud from the parasite
                                                        
Bb
                                                                  
C
 
Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize
                                                        
F
                                                                            
Bb
 
Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice
                                            
F
                                                                                          
C
 
Start sizzlin', spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling
                    
Dm
                                                                          
Am
 
Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit
                              
Bb
                                                  
C
 
Redeem the soul of your servant
Seek his, pursue it
F
 
Keep the sparkle in your eyes
Bb
 
Oh you know, we're not gon die
F
 
Like flyin'
                                    
C
                                                                        
Dm
 
Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified
                                        
Am
                                                                    
Bb
                                                          
C
 
The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their
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F
                                                                                              
Bb
 
Jerusalem breathes, bringin' me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze,
                  
F
                                                                                    
C
 
Dirty boppin' and a bring ya down to ya knees
                              
Dm
                                        
Am
 
Track ya like a lion, leave me be
                                                                          
Bb
                                                              
C
 
When they come with their disease to drag us into the street,
            
F
                                                                                        
Bb
 
My law's still pure, you can't take that from me,
                      
F
                                                                        
C
 
Three thousand years until this last century,
                          
Dm
                                                            
Am
 
Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest,
Bb
          
C
                                                  
F
                                                                              
Bb
 
Yo……… I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these
                                      
F
 
Swaying to the melodies
                            
C
                                                                                        
Dm
 
Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please
                                
Am
 
I am you, you are me
                                                          
Bb
 
No more leaders, we must flea
                                                            
C
 
We want see God in our enemy,
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