Lirik Lagu Prodigal Son - 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.
In a place where outlaws abound from the rangeon a day mountains has fallen to fallsIn a land where boys are forbiden to growAnd Mell is the only masterWere the higway ends and the desert breakesand buildings are bendt from great earthquackesAnd statesmen crawl on their bellys like snakesAnd feed of the public hungerIn a land were sky-scrapers scratch the skyAnd delinquent daughters to their mothers still liePapa stands on the corner he waitin' to beat the drumWelcome Home My Prodigal SonWhen Rivers run raging through city streetsAnd great eagels have fallen from their loofty peaksAnd policemen moonlight the sideshow freeksfor the final crime is commitedWhen Presidents ride in Ford MustangsAnd the Black man releases his Caddilac fangsAnd your chech died in bed as the landlord thanks the young girl next doorfor the rentWhere telegraph wires are atached to your mindDelinquent daughters to their mothers still liePapa stands on the corner waitin to beat the drumWelcome Home My Prodigal SonWhen the telephone rings and falls of the hookAnd your legs have been stolen by some defense department crookAnd you startin' to think about writing a bookBut now you won't pledge allingence to anythingAnd the maid comes in with coffee and cakeIn a low-cut dress she wore just for your sakeYou explain your not dead and she takes it as a complimentand sticks out her tounge and asks for requestsIn a land were skyscrapers scrapes the skyand delinquent daughters to their mothers still liePapa stands on the corner waitin' to beat the drumWelcome Home My Prodigal Son
