Chords for Bloody Sunday with lyrics
Tempo:
107.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
C#m
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m]
It was Sunday, bloody Sunday, when they shot the people there.
The crowd poured sea martyrs filled the brie, buried there.
For anyone amongst you, put the blame in on the cows.
The soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the cot and lids.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] [E]
[D] [C#m]
[F#m] Well you blame to me a majority, well you know that's a lie.
You're really a minority, on the streets and road aisles.
But starved of blood to marches, they've got a lot to learn.
It's hermit, it's no onset, it's those mother tons of herds.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[F#m] Well you Anglo-Petrish scunny scents have colonised the north.
You wave your fucking Union Jackal, you know what it's worth.
Out there you alter ransom, our people proud and free.
The iron-balled Irish turned the British back to sea.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] [E]
[D] [C#m]
Oh [F#m] and it's always bloody Sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep the foals reprieve from effort, from those bloody English hunts.
The patriots of Britain, call the Yellow College home.
The fire of the Irish love for London, our home.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, bloody [D]
Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[F#m]
It was Sunday, bloody Sunday, when they shot the people there.
The crowd poured sea martyrs filled the brie, buried there.
For anyone amongst you, put the blame in on the cows.
The soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the cot and lids.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] [E]
[D] [C#m]
[F#m] Well you blame to me a majority, well you know that's a lie.
You're really a minority, on the streets and road aisles.
But starved of blood to marches, they've got a lot to learn.
It's hermit, it's no onset, it's those mother tons of herds.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[F#m] Well you Anglo-Petrish scunny scents have colonised the north.
You wave your fucking Union Jackal, you know what it's worth.
Out there you alter ransom, our people proud and free.
The iron-balled Irish turned the British back to sea.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] [E]
[D] [C#m]
Oh [F#m] and it's always bloody Sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep the foals reprieve from effort, from those bloody English hunts.
The patriots of Britain, call the Yellow College home.
The fire of the Irish love for London, our home.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[A] Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, bloody [D]
Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[F#m]
Key:
A
E
D
C#m
F#m
A
E
D
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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It was Sunday, bloody Sunday, when they shot the people there.
The crowd poured sea martyrs filled the brie, buried there.
For anyone amongst you, put the blame in on the cows.
The soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the cot and lids.
[A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[F#m] Well you blame to me a majority, well you know that's a lie.
You're really a minority, on the streets and road aisles.
But starved of blood to marches, they've got a lot to learn.
It's hermit, it's no onset, it's those mother tons of herds.
[A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[F#m] Well you Anglo-Petrish scunny scents have colonised the north.
You wave your fucking Union Jackal, you know what it's worth.
Out there you alter ransom, our people proud and free.
The iron-balled Irish turned the British back to sea.
[A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
Oh [F#m] and it's always bloody Sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep the foals reprieve from effort, from those bloody English hunts.
The patriots of Britain, call the Yellow College home.
The fire of the Irish love for London, our home.
_ [A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the _ day.
[A] _ _ _ Sunday, _ [E] bloody _ Sunday, _ bloody [D] _
Sunday is [C#m] the day. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It was Sunday, bloody Sunday, when they shot the people there.
The crowd poured sea martyrs filled the brie, buried there.
For anyone amongst you, put the blame in on the cows.
The soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the cot and lids.
[A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[F#m] Well you blame to me a majority, well you know that's a lie.
You're really a minority, on the streets and road aisles.
But starved of blood to marches, they've got a lot to learn.
It's hermit, it's no onset, it's those mother tons of herds.
[A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
[F#m] Well you Anglo-Petrish scunny scents have colonised the north.
You wave your fucking Union Jackal, you know what it's worth.
Out there you alter ransom, our people proud and free.
The iron-balled Irish turned the British back to sea.
[A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
Oh [F#m] and it's always bloody Sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep the foals reprieve from effort, from those bloody English hunts.
The patriots of Britain, call the Yellow College home.
The fire of the Irish love for London, our home.
_ [A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the day.
_ [A] _ Sunday, [E] bloody Sunday, [D] bloody Sunday is [C#m] the _ day.
[A] _ _ _ Sunday, _ [E] bloody _ Sunday, _ bloody [D] _
Sunday is [C#m] the day. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
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