Hợp âm - tab: Bad Luck - cảm âm - lời bài hát

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Intro strum pattern:
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Verse strum pattern:
[D] [F#] [G] [A]

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Bridge:
[Bm] [D] [Em] [F#m]

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Intro:
[D]My drink im-[F#]pairs my ability to [G]drive a car and [A]operate machinery
[D]it gives me problems with my [F#]health and my weath and I'm
[G]psing away my paycheck I need [A]help, I need help - I got a

Verse:
[D]case of bad luck, what's th[F#]e deal? What the fk do i
[G]gotta do? To [A]get past this sht that I'm
[D]going through? [F#] I guess I'll write these
[G]words and hope this [A]alcohol controls my nerves

[D]I'm living among fools wh[F#m]o say to learn from their mistakes
[G]I know that it's untrue[A]; I only learn from notes I take
[D]Now how can I show you my [F#m]real concern for what's at stake?
[G]The worst decision is the [A]one you're too scared to make

People let me shed a little light on this subject
and spread the word to the general public
About the clouds that follow me around my head,
dark enough to make me dread leaving the comfort of my bed

I try to relax and just kick it but parking tickets
Makes me wanna tell the cops to stick it
And as I sink deeper into debt
Some stupid motherfker stole my CDs and my tape deck

But it's alright and now I'm screaming "Why, why, why
Is every day filled with fking misery?"
It's a mystery that's killing me
If only I had the ability to

[Bm]Learn just a little bit of [D]self-[Em]con-[F#m]trol
[Bm]Maybe I could find a way to [D]save [Em]my [F#m]soul
[Bm]And hide from every cloud that ever [D]came [Em]my [F#m]way
But it'[A]s Saturday and I just got paid

My drink impairs my ability to drive a car and operate machinery
Gives me problems with my health and my weath
And I'm psing away my paycheck I need help, I need help.
I got a case of bad luck, what's the deal? What the fk
Do I gotta do? To get past this sht that I'm going through?
I guess I'll write these words and hope this alcohol controls my nerves

Get psyched for Mike's new album, it drops soon!

Peace.

jharechmak at scu dot edu