Lirik Lagu Cry A While - Bob Dylan
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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.
Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. GoldsmithA nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' withBut I did it for you and all you gave me was a smileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile
I don't carry dead weight - I'm no flash in the panAll right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man?I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keeping a low profileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting rooster - feel better than I ever feltBut the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to meltI went to the church house, every day I go an extra mileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the wallsIt must have been Don Pasquale makin' a two a.m. booty callTo break a trusting heart like mine was just your styleWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile
I'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't controlSome people they ain't human, they got no heart or soulWell, I'm crying to The Lord - I'm tryin' to be meek and mildYes, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribsI'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribsI'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong wayI always said you'd be sorry and today could be the dayI might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trialWell, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
I don't carry dead weight - I'm no flash in the panAll right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man?I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keeping a low profileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting rooster - feel better than I ever feltBut the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to meltI went to the church house, every day I go an extra mileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the wallsIt must have been Don Pasquale makin' a two a.m. booty callTo break a trusting heart like mine was just your styleWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile
I'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't controlSome people they ain't human, they got no heart or soulWell, I'm crying to The Lord - I'm tryin' to be meek and mildYes, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribsI'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribsI'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senileWell, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong wayI always said you'd be sorry and today could be the dayI might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trialWell, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
