Hợp âm Guitar
Tông:
A15px
A
ABack through the years I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons ofDmy youth I reAcall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags toDuse There wereArags of many colors
But every piece was small And I didn't have a coat
And itEwas way down in the fall MommaAsewed the rags together
Sewin' everyDpiece with love She made myAcoat of many colors ThatEI was soAproud of
As sheAsewed, she told a story From the Bible she had read
About a coat of many colors JosephEwore and then she said
PerhapsAthis coat will bring you GoodDluck and happiness
And I justAcouldn't wait to wear it And mommaEblessed it with aAkiss
MyDcoat of many colors That my mommaAmade for me
DMade only from rags But IAwore it so proudlyE
AlAthough we had no money I wasDrich as I could be
In myAcoat of many colors MyEmomma made forAme
So withBpatches on my britches And holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors IF#hurried off to school
Just toBfind the others laughing AndEmaking fun of me
In myBcoat of many colors MyF#momma made forBme
And oh, IBcouldn't understand it For I felt I was rich
And IBtold 'em of the love My momma sewed in every stitch
And IBtold 'em all the story MommaEtold me while she sewed
AndEhow my coat of many colors WasBworth more than all theirEclothes
But theyEdidn't understand it And IBtried to make them see
EThat one is only poor Only if theyBchoose toF#be
Now IBknow we had no money But I wasErich as I could be
In myBcoat of many colorsF#My momma made fEor me Made justBfor me
🎸Chế độ chơi: Guitar
Cỡ chữ: 15px•Trạng thái: Hợp âm Đầy đủ
Bình luận từ người dùng