Lirik Lagu American Land - Bruce Springsteen
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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.
What is this land of America, so many travel thereI'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me thereWish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I canAnd we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their kneesAnd children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the treesGold comes rushing out the river straight into your handsIf you make your home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in songDear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night longThere's treasure for the taking, for any hard working manWho will make his home in the American land
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spireI wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fireWe made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two handsAnd I made my home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in songDear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night longThere's treasure for the taking, for any hard working manWho will make his home in the American land
The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis tooThe Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the JewsThe Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from homeCome across the water with a fire down below
They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skinThey died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the windThey died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' nowThe hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in songDear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night longThere's treasure for the taking, for any hard working manWho will make his home in the American landWho will make his home in the American landWho will make his home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their kneesAnd children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the treesGold comes rushing out the river straight into your handsIf you make your home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in songDear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night longThere's treasure for the taking, for any hard working manWho will make his home in the American land
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spireI wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fireWe made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two handsAnd I made my home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in songDear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night longThere's treasure for the taking, for any hard working manWho will make his home in the American land
The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis tooThe Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the JewsThe Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from homeCome across the water with a fire down below
They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skinThey died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the windThey died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' nowThe hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in songDear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night longThere's treasure for the taking, for any hard working manWho will make his home in the American landWho will make his home in the American landWho will make his home in the American land
