Lirik Lagu Ballad of The Self-Loading Pistol - 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.
Father, I have come.To tell you about somethin' I done.Well as the night reared its light headInto a baby's sun,We rolled down into the townFrom where the Black Throats come.
And you know there was a robb'ry.There was a holdup.Ooh, there was a shootout.And there was a killin'.And there's blood on my hands.Today I killed a man.
Well now, sister, you know me well.And you ask me well, how it was I felt.Well, she had an appetite for lovin'Only a fadin' beauty could posses.She knew just what she wantedAnd she wouldn't take less.
I figured it was a small town.It was at sundown.It was just a small crowd of people around.Oh! But he wouldn't put his guns down.No, he wouldn't put his guns down.Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down.Now his blood's on my hands.Today I killed a man.
And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.
Well now, father. I have come.To tell you about somethin' I done.He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin'.He had a brother, and his tears were streamin'.Now I'm movin' on the borderWith a rifle on my shoulder.
'Cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.
And I just come to tell ya,That it don't hurt no more.No, it don't hurt no more,'Cuz your son, he's an outlaw.Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.Yes, your son, he's an outlaw.Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.Now, your son, he's an outlaw.Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.And this blood feels good on my hands.Today I killed a man.
And you know there was a robb'ry.There was a holdup.Ooh, there was a shootout.And there was a killin'.And there's blood on my hands.Today I killed a man.
Well now, sister, you know me well.And you ask me well, how it was I felt.Well, she had an appetite for lovin'Only a fadin' beauty could posses.She knew just what she wantedAnd she wouldn't take less.
I figured it was a small town.It was at sundown.It was just a small crowd of people around.Oh! But he wouldn't put his guns down.No, he wouldn't put his guns down.Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down.Now his blood's on my hands.Today I killed a man.
And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.
Well now, father. I have come.To tell you about somethin' I done.He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin'.He had a brother, and his tears were streamin'.Now I'm movin' on the borderWith a rifle on my shoulder.
'Cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.
And I just come to tell ya,That it don't hurt no more.No, it don't hurt no more,'Cuz your son, he's an outlaw.Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.Yes, your son, he's an outlaw.Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.Now, your son, he's an outlaw.Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.And this blood feels good on my hands.Today I killed a man.
