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Lirik The Killer - Cisco Houston
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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 Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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.
Dobe Bill, he went a-riding
Through the canyon, in the glow
Of a quiet Sunday morning
From the town of Angelo
Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle,
With a six-gun and sombrero
That was wider than his saddle
And he's hummin' as he's goin'
Of a simple little song
That's a-boomin' through the cactus
As he's gallopin' along:
"Oh, I've rid from San Antony
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
Not afraid to play my hand.
Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon
And to have my little fun
On my pinto called Apache
And Adolphus that's my gun."
Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted,
And he mills around the town
Sorta gittin' of his bearin's
As he pours his liquor down
But he's watchin', always watchin',
Every hombre in the place,
Like he's mebbe sorta lookin'
For some certain hombre's face.
Then one night he saunters careless
To the place of Monte Sam
And he does a bit of playin'
Like he doesn't give a damn.
Then all at once it's hushed and quiet,
Like a calm before the blow,
And the crowd is tense and nervous,
And the playin stopped and slow.
At the bar a man is standin',
Sneerin' as his glances lay,
Like a challenge did he fling 'em,
Darin' 'em to make the play.
Two-Gun Blake, the Texas killer,
Hated, feared wherever known
Stood and drank his glass of mescal
With assurance all his own.
Then the eyes of Blake, the killer,
Met the glance of Dobe Bill
And they held each one the other
With the steel of looks that kill,
Then the tones of Blake came slowly,
With a sneer in every word
"Well, you've found me!"
But the other gave no sign he saw or heard.
Walkin' calmly toward the speaker,
He advanced with steady pace
Then he g
Through the canyon, in the glow
Of a quiet Sunday morning
From the town of Angelo
Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle,
With a six-gun and sombrero
That was wider than his saddle
And he's hummin' as he's goin'
Of a simple little song
That's a-boomin' through the cactus
As he's gallopin' along:
"Oh, I've rid from San Antony
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
Not afraid to play my hand.
Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon
And to have my little fun
On my pinto called Apache
And Adolphus that's my gun."
Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted,
And he mills around the town
Sorta gittin' of his bearin's
As he pours his liquor down
But he's watchin', always watchin',
Every hombre in the place,
Like he's mebbe sorta lookin'
For some certain hombre's face.
Then one night he saunters careless
To the place of Monte Sam
And he does a bit of playin'
Like he doesn't give a damn.
Then all at once it's hushed and quiet,
Like a calm before the blow,
And the crowd is tense and nervous,
And the playin stopped and slow.
At the bar a man is standin',
Sneerin' as his glances lay,
Like a challenge did he fling 'em,
Darin' 'em to make the play.
Two-Gun Blake, the Texas killer,
Hated, feared wherever known
Stood and drank his glass of mescal
With assurance all his own.
Then the eyes of Blake, the killer,
Met the glance of Dobe Bill
And they held each one the other
With the steel of looks that kill,
Then the tones of Blake came slowly,
With a sneer in every word
"Well, you've found me!"
But the other gave no sign he saw or heard.
Walkin' calmly toward the speaker,
He advanced with steady pace
Then he g
