Posted by: a2cristina | November 27, 2018

VIVA LA VIDA – COLDPLAY – SONG

 

VIVA LA VIDA

COLDPLAY

 

I used to rule the /ˈw3ːld/
/ˈsiːz /would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep /əˈləʊn/
/ˈswiːp/ the streets I used to  /ˈəʊn/

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my /ˈɛnəmiz/eyes
Listened as the /ˈkraʊd/ would sing,
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
One minute I held the /ˈkiː/
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my  /ˈkɑːslz/stand
Upon /ˈpɪləz/of salt and /ˈpɪləz/of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry  /ˈkwaɪəz/are singing
Be my mirror, my /ˈsɔːd/ and /ˈʃiːld/
My missionaries in a /ˈfɒrɪn/ field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone there was never
Never an /ˈɒnɪst/ word
And that was when I /ˈruːld/ the world

It was a /ˈwɪkɪd/ and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
/ˈʃætəd /windows and the sound of /ˈdrʌmz/
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
/rɛvəˈluːʃənərɪz/wait
For my head on a /ˈsɪlvə/plate
Just a /ˈpʌpɪt/ on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry  /ˈkwaɪəz/are singing
Be my mirror, my /ˈsɔːd/ and /ˈʃiːld/
My missionaries in a /ˈfɒrɪn/ field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name

Never an /ˈɒnɪst/ word
And that was when I /ˈruːld/ the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry  /ˈkwaɪəz/are singing
Be my mirror, my /ˈsɔːd/ and /ˈʃiːld/
My missionaries in a /ˈfɒrɪn/ field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name

Never an /ˈɒnɪst/ word
And that was when I /ˈruːld/ the world

KEY

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

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