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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] e|-------------------------------------------------------------------5-5-5--------------------------------| B|--5-5-5-5-5-6-5---------------------------5------------------5--8--------8--5--6--5-------5-5-6--8-8-8-8| G|-----------------5--7--4--4-4-4-5-5-7-7-7----7--5--4---5--7-------------------------777-7---------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| e|--------------------------------------------5----------------------------| B|-5--6--5---66----66----66---------------b8-------------------------------| G|---------7----7-----7-----7---------b7-----------------------------------| D|---------------------------------7---------------------------------------| A|-------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------------------------------------------| [Verse 1]
AHe was noblyG born CAnd a SpanisAh bull's horn FHad left one scaGr on his handsome Eface AHe stood likGe a prince CAnd he had eAver since FHe had grandly wGalked into the plaEce
DThough the girls of CMadrid BbTonight were forbiAd GFor tomorrow Fhe must fight once moEre ABefore he leGft the ball CHe would danAce with them all F'Cause Ghe was El ToreadAor
[Verse 2]
AThe day of Gthe feast CWas just a lightA in the east FWhen he lGeft Maria's warm bEed AHer dark eyGes said "more" CBut he walked thAru the door FShaking cGobwebs of dreams from his hAead
DAnd later that dCay BbAs he knelt to praAy GHe said God gFrant me this nothing Emore AIf it is thGe way CAnd I must dAie today FLet me Gdie like a ToreaAdor
[Verse 3]
EThe Plaza del Toros EShook from the roar FAs the band played the TorEeador'Fs theme G F E EAlarmed by the sound EThe bull paws the ground FAs the Toreador enters theE ring F G F E EUp and down ERound and round EOn and on, all alone
[Verse 4]
AThe shouts Gof olé CIn the heat of Athe day FRushed the hot blGood to his SpanishE heart AAnd the crowd helGd their breath CAs he flirted wAith death FAnd the bull fighGter's sword found it'As mark DAnd trying toC hide BbThe wound Ain his side GHe walked from Fthe ring standiEng tall
[Outro]
AAnd a crowd Ggathered round CAs he fell to tAhe ground AA priest helGd his hand CWhere he lay inA the sand AAnd he was hGeard to say CA brave bull diAed today FBut he died Glike a ToreadAor