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Chord gitar lagu / Kunci gitar lagu Linkin Park – Hands held high – version 1 – ( 15 )
Artist: Linkin Park
Album: Minutes to Midnight
Song: Hands Held High
NOTE: You can play E instead of all the /chords, it might sound even better, or you can
just leave them out.
You can also play this on another guitar throughout the song to sound more like it:
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A A/G# F#m D A E A
A
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin’
A/G#
Lightweights steppin’ aside when we come in
F#m
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
F#m/E
People on the street then panic and start running
D
Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming
D/E
I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I’m dumping
A
Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
E
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
A
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
A/E
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
F#m
List something, take back what’s yours
F#m/E
Say something that you know they might attack you for
D
‘Cause I’m sick of being treated like I had before
D/E
Like it’s stupid standing for what I’m standing for
A
Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
E
Like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor
F#m
Like they understand you, in the back of their jet
D
When you can’t put gas in your tank, these fuckers
A
Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check
E
Asking you to have the passion and have some respect
F#m
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
D
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
In the living room, laughing like, “What did he say?”
F#m
Amen
D
Amen
A
Amen
E
Amen
A
Amen
A
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
A/E
‘Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
F#m
The world is cold, the bold men take action
F#m/E
Have to react to get blown into fractions
D
10 years old, it’s something to see
D/E
Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep
A
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
E
I wonder if he had thought ‘the next one could be me’
A
Do you see the soldiers that are out today?
A/E
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
F#m
It’s ironic, at times like this you’d pray
F#m/E
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
D
There’s bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
D/E
Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes
A
My dad, he’s got a lot of fear, I know
E
But enough pride inside not to let that show
F#m
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
D
A little red cover with a broken spine
A
on the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside,
E
“When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die”
F#m
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
D
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
Both scared and angry, like “What did he say?”
F#m
Amen
D
Amen
A
Amen
E
Amen
A
Amen
F#m D
With hands held high into a sky so blue
A E
As the ocean opens up to swallow you (x6)
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