Тональность

Em  D  C 
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[Verse 1]
Em                            D          
Some have fought battles in fields full of cattle
     C
And some have waged war out at sea
Em                    D           
Some in militias and some with malicious intent
      C
Some men just want to be
Em                       D
Free from oppression and so their aggression
    C
Is worn like a badge on their sleeve
Em                             D     
Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle
     C
And some have waged war on the street

[Chorus]
       Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
  C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Em                       G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
     C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Em                       G
I guess this is the will I will write on
     C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
        Em                            G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
     C                         Am                    
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will—

[Post-Chorus]
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na

[Verse 2]
 Em                         D
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
     C
And some use a shield and a knife
Em                        G
Some author libel which sometimes goes viral
     C
And ruin an innocent life
Em                      G      
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson
     C
And leads to regression and strife
 Em                        D    
Some fight to stifle and some ’cause it’s primal
     C
And some ’cause they’re sure that they’re right

[Chorus]
       Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
  C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Em                       G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
     C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Em                       G
I guess this is the will I will write on
     C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
        Em                            G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
     C                         Am                    
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on

[Post-Chorus]
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em
Die on
   G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na

[Bridge]
 Em                         D
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
     C                           Em  D  C 
And some use a shield and a knife……..

[Chorus]
       Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
  C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Em                       G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
     C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Em                       G
I guess this is the will I will write on
     C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
        Em                            G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
     C                         Am                    
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on

[Post-Chorus]
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em
Die on
   G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
 Em  G  C 
Mm na, mm-na-na-na