[ Предположительная тональность: C ] Cadd2: x 3 0 0 1 0 Dmadd2:x x 0 0 3 1 Fadd2: 1 3 3 0 1 1 C C C C Cadd2 C (x2) C Cadd2 C Cadd2 Am There is a city by the sea, a gentle com - pa - ny, Asus2 Em F F G G I don't suppose you want to And as it tells its sorry tale, in harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt you Dm Dmadd2 F Fadd2 Am Asus2 Its streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs it hears F Fadd2 Dm Dmadd2 A plaintive melody, truncated symphony F Fadd2 G An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore, F F G G C Los Angeles, I'm yours C C C C Cadd2 C (x4) F F G G Oh ladies pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure I can see your undies And all the boys you drag about, an empty fallow fount From Saturdays to Mondays You hill and valley crowd, hanging your trousers down at heel This is the realest thing, as ancient choirs sing A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above Los Angeles my love C C C C Cadd2 C (x2) C C# D7M C#m D7M C#m C#m Eb E . . . (solos) D D Bm Bsus2 F#m G G A A Oh what a rush of ripe