Wilde Love
King Charles
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Intro: C | Em | Am | GC Em All men kill the thing they loveAm G By all let this, by all let this be heardC I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eyeEm Upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the skyAm And at every drifting cloud thatG went with sails of silver byC In Reading Gaol by Reading townEm there is a pit of shameAm And in it lies a wretched manG all eaten by teeth of flameC Em G The man had killed the thing heAm lovedC Em G And so he had to dieC Em All men kill the thing they loveAm G By all let this, by all let this be heardC Some kill their love when they are youngContinúa después del anuncioAnd some when they are oldEm Some strangle with the hands of Lust Some with the hands of GoldAm The kindest use a knife, becauseG The dead so soon grow coldC And there till Christ call forth the dead,Em In silence let him lieAm No need to waste the foolish tearG Nor heave the windy sighC Em G The man had killed the thing heAm lovedC Em G And so he had to dieC All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)Em the thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)Am G By all let this, by all let this be heard [x2]C Em Am GC Some do it with a bitter lookEm Some with a flattering wordAm The coward does it with a kissG And the brave man with a swordC Em G The man had killed the thing heAm lovedC Em G And so he had to dieC All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)Em the thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)Am G By all let this, by all let this be heardC Oh-o-oh (All men ki-i-ill)ohEm Oh-Oh-o(The thing they lo-o-ove)ohAm G Oh-oh-o,o Oh-Oh-o