Lirik Lagu I Hate - Passenger
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokesAnd explaining where people belongI hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigsAnd talk through every fucking songI hate people in night clubs, snorting cokeAnd explaining where your going wrongWell if you agree, then come hating with meAnd feel free to sing along
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laWonderful, love it
Well I hate pointless status updates on FacebookFYI we were never "m8"sWe pretend to be friends on the internetWhen in real life, we have nothing to sayTo each other, oh brother I have love for my motherFor good times, for music and my matesYeah I laugh, and live and I have love to giveBut sometimes all you can do is hate
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Well I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitasThey only eat pizza and chipsI hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guyCoughs, like your lungs are hisAnd I hate queuing up, for festival toiletsEspecially when you need to shitAnd I hate the X-Factor, for murdering musicYou bunch of money grubbing pricks
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teensThat make ten year old's race to grow upHey kids, let's all be anorexic or betterEat chocolate until you throw upKeep your Hollywood stars, and their stupid carsAnd the Bo-tox, that makes them look fuckedJust grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's faceIt looks like it's been hit by a truck
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
One more time, loud as you canLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laWonderful, love it
Well I hate pointless status updates on FacebookFYI we were never "m8"sWe pretend to be friends on the internetWhen in real life, we have nothing to sayTo each other, oh brother I have love for my motherFor good times, for music and my matesYeah I laugh, and live and I have love to giveBut sometimes all you can do is hate
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Well I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitasThey only eat pizza and chipsI hate stepping outside, for a smoke and some guyCoughs, like your lungs are hisAnd I hate queuing up, for festival toiletsEspecially when you need to shitAnd I hate the X-Factor, for murdering musicYou bunch of money grubbing pricks
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And I hate them magazines, aimed at insecure teensThat make ten year old's race to grow upHey kids, let's all be anorexic or betterEat chocolate until you throw upKeep your Hollywood stars, and their stupid carsAnd the Bo-tox, that makes them look fuckedJust grow old with grace, have you seen Cher's faceIt looks like it's been hit by a truck
And it goes:La, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
One more time, loud as you canLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
