[ Предположительная тональность: F ] ***LONDON GIRL - by Shane MacGowan from the EP "Poguetry In Motion" London Girl - as performed by The Pogues F E--------1------------1------------1-----5-3-------| B--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1-----6-3---| G--------------------------------------------------| D--------------------------------------------------| A--------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------| Gm Bb The devil moon took me through the alley F Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale Gm Bb To the Mews running through the backstreets F C Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep Gm Bb The devil moon took me out of Soho F Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow Gm Bb Sucked along by a winter shower F C To stand beside your shining tower Bb C F Bb F Bb This could be our final dance Bb C F Bb F Bb This could be our very last chance Bb Just the sound of your voice Gm Bb Wherever I may be changes everything C And then the world's right with me F Bb F You're my London girl Bb F The way that you walk Bb F You're my london girl Bb F The way that you talk Bb F You're my london girl Bb C Just the sound of your voice Bb F Bb F Bb And I ain't got no choice The light was goinbg out, the moon was dying The night was turning to a fine Spring morning The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain When the cold winds come to find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise I'll come and take you back down to Soho Away from all those mad men's eyes This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb Gm Bb---| x2 F-----------------------------|Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb Bb Gm Bb C This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice