The A Team taby ukulele według Ed Sheeran

C                                 C/B      Am
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
      F2             C       
Burnt lungs, sour taste
C                                      C/B Am
Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent
           F2        C
Long nights, strange men

Dm7                              F2                   C'
And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    G/B               Dm7                          F2
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               C'                            G/B
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
          Am          F2         C
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Am                   F2        C
And she don't want to go outside tonight
          Am                 F2          C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Am       F2       C       G/B      Am
F2  C
It's too cold outside for angels to fly,
              Am   F2   C    C/B
for angels to fly

C                                      C/B          Am
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
      F2             C
Dry house, wet clothes
C                                      C/B   Am
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
           F2        C
Call girl, no phone

Dm7                              F2                   C'
And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    G/B               Dm7                          F2
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               C'                            G/B
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
          Am          F2         C
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
Am                   F2        C
And she don't want to go outside tonight
          Am                 F2          C
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
Am       F2       C       G/B      Am
F2  C
It's too cold outside for angels to fly,

Dm7           F2              Am
An angel will die, covered in white
       C/B    C
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Dm7                       F2 -slide-G                Am   F2   C'  G/B
This time, we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line

                    Am   F2  C'  G/B
Straight down the line

And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
                          G/B
It's too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
   G/B      C
Or angels to die