Tone gốc: Fm7
Ella Fitzgerald
That makes Dbmaj7 the lonely winter G7 seem Cmaj7 long.
That Abmaj7 trembles on the brink Am7b5 of a lovely D7
That D7 lights a Gmaj7 star.
The Cmaj7 dearest F#m7b5 things I know
Are B7 what you E Caug are.
And Dbmaj7 someday Dbm7 I’ll Abmaj7 know that moment Bdim7 divine
When All Bbm7 The Things You Are are Eb7 Abmaj7 mine.