Chord Gitar Christy Moore - The Magdalene Laundries Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G#)

Intro

C#
 
 
[Verse 1]
C#                                A#m
Joanie was an unmarried girl       just turned twenty-seven
           C#                                                A#m
When they sent her to the sisters because of the way men looked at her
F#                                   A#m
Branded as a jezebel she knew she was not bound for heaven
              F#                        G#           C#
She had been cast in shame into the Magdalene laundries
 
 
[Verse 2]
C#                                 A#m
 
Most girls went there pregnant      some by their own fathers
C#                                         A#m
   Bridget got her belly from the Parish Priest
                   F#                                           A#m
They're trying to get things as white as snow, all of those woe-begotten daughters
        F#                        G#           C#
In the steaming stains of the Magdalene laundries
 
 
[Bridge]
F#                            A#m
Prostitutes and destitutes      and temptresses like Joanie
F#                              A#m
Fallen women sentenced    into dreamless drudgery
F#                            A#m
Why do the call this place      Our Lady Of Charity?
F#
Of Charity?
 
 
[Verse 3]
       C#                                         A#m
These bloodless brides of Jesus if they could just once glimpse their groom
        C#                                        A#m
They'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries
F#                                                   A#m
They wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room
                F#                           G#                         C#
They'd like to wash those girls down the drains of The Magdalene Launderies
 
 
[Outro]
C#                                     A#m
Peg O'Connell died today. She was a cheeky girl, they stuffed her in a hole
C#                                         A#m
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring
F#                                                     A#m
Joanie thinks she'll die there too and that they'll tramp her in the dirt
      F#                                               A#m
Like some lame bulb that never will bloom when the springtime comes
          F#
When the springtime comes
          A#m
When the springtime comes
          F#
When the springtime comes
A#m     F#     A#m     F#     F#m