Hợp âm labour - Paris Paloma (Lời bài hát, Cảm âm & Thế bấm Guitar/Ukulele chuẩn)

Ca khúc "labour" do ca sĩ Paris Paloma thể hiện (sáng tác: Paris Paloma) được biên tập hợp âm chuẩn xác ở tông gốc Bm cùng bộ hợp âm [Bm, Em7, G, A, Esus4, Em] trên hệ thống Hợp Âm Chuẩn, hỗ trợ đầy đủ cho người chơi Guitar, Ukulele và Piano.

Để đệm hát bài "labour" theo chọn điệu (tông gốc Bm), bạn nên kẹp Capo ngăn 2 để đưa về thế bấm tông Am dễ chơi hơn. Ở đoạn mở đầu (Verse) nên rải dây nhẹ nhàng, đến đoạn Điệp khúc chuyển sang quạt chả giữ nhịp đều đặn.

Danh sách hợp âm sử dụng trong bài labour

Bộ hợp âm chuẩn: Bm, Em7, G, A, Esus4, Em, D, F#7 - Tông gốc: Bm - Điệu: chọn điệu - Thể loại: Nhạc Trẻ / V-Pop - Cấu trúc hòa thanh: Bm - Em7 - G - A (Vòng hòa thanh chủ đạo).

Hợp âm & Lời bài hát labour (Paris Paloma)

Intro
(One, two three)

Verse 1
[Bm] Why are you hanging on[Em7]
So tight[G]
To the rope that I'm hanging [A]from
Off this [Bm]island
This was an escape plan[Esus4] (This was an es[Em]cape plan)
Carefully t[G]imed it
So let me go [A]
N.C.
And dive into the waves below


Pre-Chorus
[Bm] Who tends the orchard[D]s?
Who fixes up the [G]gables?
Emotional tor[F#7]ture
From the head of your high ta[Bm]ble
Who fetches the water[D]
From the rocky mountain s[G]pring?
And walk back down ag[F#7]ain
To feel your words and their s[G]harp sting
[G]And I'm getting fucking tired


Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the worst thing?
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is cracking
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour [Bm]

Post-Chorus
[Bm] [Em] [G] ([A]You make me do too much labour)

Verse 2
[Bm]Apologies for my t[Em]ongue
Never y[G]ours
Busy lapping from flowing c[A]up
And stabbing with your for[Bm]k
I know you're a smart man ([Em]I know you're a smart man)
And weaponi[G]se the false incompet[A]ence
It's dominance under a g[Bm]uise


Pre-Chorus
If we had a [Bm]daughter
I'd [D]watch and could not [G]save her
The emotional tort[F#7]ure
From the head of your high t[Bm]able
She'd do what you taught her [D]
She'd meet the same cru[G]el fate
So now I've gotta [F#7]run
So I can undo this mi[G]stake
[G]At least I've gotta try


Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the worst thing?
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is cracking
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour [Bm]


Bridge
[Bm]All day, every day
[Bm]Therapist, mother, maid
[Bm]Nymph then a virgin
[Bm]Nurse then a servant
[Bm]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[Bm]So that he never lifts a finger
[Bm]Twenty-four-seven [D]baby machine
So [G]he can live out his p[A]icket fence dreams
[Bm]It's not an act of [D]love if you make her
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour
[Bm]All day, every day
[D]Therapist, mother, maid
[G]Nymph then a virgin
[A]Nurse then a servant
[Bm]Just an appendage, [D]live to attend him
[G]So that he never l[A]ifts a finger
[Bm]Twenty-four-seven [D]baby machine
So [G]he can live out his p[A]icket fence dreams
[Bm]It's not an act of [D]love if you make her
[G]You make me do [A]too much labour

Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting.
(All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the
worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
(so that he never lifts a finger)
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is
cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour

Lời bài hát labour bản sạch (Clean Lyrics)

Intro
(One, two three)

Verse 1
 Why are you hanging on
So tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Off this island
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it
So let me go 
N.C.
And dive into the waves below


Pre-Chorus
 Who tends the orchards?
Who fixes up the gables?
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
Who fetches the water
From the rocky mountain spring?
And walk back down again
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired


Chorus
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour 

Post-Chorus
   (You make me do too much labour)

Verse 2
Apologies for my tongue
Never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup
And stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
And weaponise the false incompetence
It's dominance under a guise


Pre-Chorus
If we had a daughter
I'd watch and could not save her
The emotional torture
From the head of your high table
She'd do what you taught her 
She'd meet the same cruel fate
So now I've gotta run
So I can undo this mistake
At least I've gotta try


Chorus
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour 


Bridge
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin
Nurse then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin
Nurse then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour

Chorus
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting.
(All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
If our love died, would that be the
worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
For somebody I thought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
(so that he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands is
cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
You make me do too much labour

Cảm âm labour (Sáo trúc, Harmonica, Piano, Kalimba)

Why are you hanging on
→ Đô Rê Mi Fa Sol

To the rope that I'm hanging from
→ Mi Fa Sol La Si Đô2 Rê2

Off this island
→ Sol La Si

This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
→ Si Đô2 Rê2 Mi2 Đô Rê Mi Fa Sol La

Carefully timed it
→ Rê2 Mi2 Đô

So let me go
→ Đô Rê Mi Fa

And dive into the waves below
→ Mi Fa Sol La Si Đô2

Pre-Chorus
→ Sol

Tra cứu thêm kho thư viện hợp âm Guitar, Ukulele và Piano chuẩn xác nhất tại Hợp Âm Chuẩn.