Lirik Lagu Forward - Country Joe McDonald
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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.
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymesIn weary, woeful, waiting times;And doleful hours of battle-dinEre yet they brought the wounded in;Through vigils of the fateful nightsIn lousy barns by candle-light;And dug-outs, sagging and aflood,On stretchers stiff and bleared with blood;By ragged grove, by ruined road,By hearths accursed where love abode,By broken altars, blackened shrinesI've tinkered at my bits of rhymes.
I've solaced me with scraps of songThe desolated ways along:Through sickly fields all shrapnel-sown,And meadows reaped by death alone;By blazing cross and splintered spire,By headless Virgin in the mire;By gardens gashed amid their bloom,By guttered grave, by shattered tomb;Beside the dying and the dead,Where rocket green and rocket redIn trembling pools of poising light,With flowers of flame festoon the night.Ah me! by what dark ways of wrongI've cheered my heart with scraps of song.
So here's my sheaf of war-won verse,And some is bad, and some is worse.And if at times I curse a bit,You needn't read that part of it;For through it all like horror runsThe red resentment of the guns.And you yourself would mutter whenYou took the things that once were menAnd sped them through that zone of hateTo where the dripping surgeons wait;And wonder too if in God's sightWar ever, ever, can be right.
Yet may it not be, crime and warBut efforts misdirected are.And if there's good in war and crimeThere may be in my bits of rhyme,My songs from out the slaughter mill:So take or leave them as you will.
I've solaced me with scraps of songThe desolated ways along:Through sickly fields all shrapnel-sown,And meadows reaped by death alone;By blazing cross and splintered spire,By headless Virgin in the mire;By gardens gashed amid their bloom,By guttered grave, by shattered tomb;Beside the dying and the dead,Where rocket green and rocket redIn trembling pools of poising light,With flowers of flame festoon the night.Ah me! by what dark ways of wrongI've cheered my heart with scraps of song.
So here's my sheaf of war-won verse,And some is bad, and some is worse.And if at times I curse a bit,You needn't read that part of it;For through it all like horror runsThe red resentment of the guns.And you yourself would mutter whenYou took the things that once were menAnd sped them through that zone of hateTo where the dripping surgeons wait;And wonder too if in God's sightWar ever, ever, can be right.
Yet may it not be, crime and warBut efforts misdirected are.And if there's good in war and crimeThere may be in my bits of rhyme,My songs from out the slaughter mill:So take or leave them as you will.
