Lirik Lagu Portobello Road - Cat Stevens
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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.
Getting hung up all day on smilesWalking down portobello road for milesGreeting strangers in indian boots,yellow ties and old brown suitsGrowing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socksLampshades of old antique leatherNothing looks weird, not even a beardor the boots made out of feathers
I'll keep walking miles til I feela broom beneath my feetor the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothings the same if you see it againit'll be broken down to litterOh, and the clotheseveryone know that that dress will never fit her
Getting hung up all day on smilesWalking down portobello road for milesGreeting strangers in indian boots,yellow ties and old brown suitsGrowing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socksLampshades of old antique leatherNothing looks weird, not even a beardor the boots made out of feathers
I'll keep walking miles til I feela broom beneath my feetor the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothing's the same if you see it againIt'll be broken down to litterOh, and the clotheseveryone know that that dress will never fit her
Getting hung up all day on smilesWalking down portobello road for milesGreeting strangers in indian boots,yellow ties and old brown suitsGrowing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socksLampshades of old antique leatherNothing looks weird, not even a beardor the boots made out of feathers
I'll keep walking miles til I feela broom beneath my feetor the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothings the same if you see it againit'll be broken down to litterOh, and the clotheseveryone know that that dress will never fit her
Getting hung up all day on smilesWalking down portobello road for milesGreeting strangers in indian boots,yellow ties and old brown suitsGrowing old is my only danger
Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socksLampshades of old antique leatherNothing looks weird, not even a beardor the boots made out of feathers
I'll keep walking miles til I feela broom beneath my feetor the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
Nothing's the same if you see it againIt'll be broken down to litterOh, and the clotheseveryone know that that dress will never fit her
Getting hung up all day on smilesWalking down portobello road for milesGreeting strangers in indian boots,yellow ties and old brown suitsGrowing old is my only danger
