Lirik Lagu The Man From Athabasca - Country Joe McDonald
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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
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- 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
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- 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.
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrummingOf a woodpecker a-rapping on the hollow of a tree;And she thought that I was fooling when I said it was the drummingOf the mustering of legions and 'twas calling unto me;'Twas calling me to pull my freight and hop across the sea.
And a-mending of my fish-nets sure I started up in wonder,For I heard a savage roaring and 'twas coming from afar;Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas only summer thunder,And she laughed a bit sarcastic when I told her it was War:'Twas the chariots of battle where the mighty armies are.
Then down the lake came Half-breed Tom with russet sail a-flyingAnd the word he said was "War" again, so what was I to do ?Oh the dogs they took to howling and the missis took to crying,As I flung my silver foxes in the little birch canoe;Yes, the old girl stood a-bubbling till an island hid the view.
Says the factor, "Mike, you're crazy! They have soldier men a-plenty.You're as grizzled as a badger and you're sixty year or so.""But I haven't missed a scrap," says I, "Since I was one and twenty.And shall I miss the biggest ? You can bet your whiskers ? no!"So I sold my furs and started ... and that's eighteen months ago.
For I joined the Foreign Legion and they put me for a starterIn the trenches of the Argonne with the Boche a step away;And the partner on my right hand was an apache from Montmartre;And on my left there was a millionaire from Pittsburgh, U.S.A.(Poor fellow! They collected him in bits the other day.)
Well I'm sprier than a chipmunk, save a touch of the lumbago,And they calls me Old Methoosalah, and blagues me all the day.I'm their exhibition sniper and they work me like a Dago,And laugh to see me plug a Boche a half a mile away.Oh I hold the highest record in the regiment, they say.
And at night they gather round me, and I tell them of my roam
And a-mending of my fish-nets sure I started up in wonder,For I heard a savage roaring and 'twas coming from afar;Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas only summer thunder,And she laughed a bit sarcastic when I told her it was War:'Twas the chariots of battle where the mighty armies are.
Then down the lake came Half-breed Tom with russet sail a-flyingAnd the word he said was "War" again, so what was I to do ?Oh the dogs they took to howling and the missis took to crying,As I flung my silver foxes in the little birch canoe;Yes, the old girl stood a-bubbling till an island hid the view.
Says the factor, "Mike, you're crazy! They have soldier men a-plenty.You're as grizzled as a badger and you're sixty year or so.""But I haven't missed a scrap," says I, "Since I was one and twenty.And shall I miss the biggest ? You can bet your whiskers ? no!"So I sold my furs and started ... and that's eighteen months ago.
For I joined the Foreign Legion and they put me for a starterIn the trenches of the Argonne with the Boche a step away;And the partner on my right hand was an apache from Montmartre;And on my left there was a millionaire from Pittsburgh, U.S.A.(Poor fellow! They collected him in bits the other day.)
Well I'm sprier than a chipmunk, save a touch of the lumbago,And they calls me Old Methoosalah, and blagues me all the day.I'm their exhibition sniper and they work me like a Dago,And laugh to see me plug a Boche a half a mile away.Oh I hold the highest record in the regiment, they say.
And at night they gather round me, and I tell them of my roam
