Lirik Lagu The March Of The Dead - 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.
The cruel war was over ? oh, the triumph was so sweet!We watched the troops returning, through our tears;There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet glittering streetAnd you scarce could hear the music for the cheers.And you scarce could see the house-tops for the flags that flew between;The bells were pealing madly to the sky;And everyone was shouting for the soldiers of the Queen,And the glory of an age was passing by.
And then there came a shadow, swift and sudden, dark and drear;The bells were silent, not an echo stirred.The flags were drooping sullenly, the men forgot to cheer;We waited, and we never spoke a word.The sky grew darker, darker, till from out the gloomy rackThere came a voice that checked the heart with dread:"Tear down, tear down your bunting now, and hang up sable black;They are coming ? it's the Army of the Dead."
They were coming, they were coming, gaunt and ghastly, sad and slow,They were coming, all the crimson wrecks of pride;With faces seared, and cheeks red smeared, and haunting eyes of woe,And clotted holes the khaki couldn't hide.Oh, the clammy brow of anguish! the livid, foam-flecked lips!The reeling ranks of ruin swept along!The limb that trailed, the hand that failed, the bloody finger tipsAnd oh, the dreary rhythm of their song!
"They left us on the veldt-side, but we felt we couldn't stopOn this, our England's crowning festal day;We're the men of Magersfontein, we're the men of Spoin Kop,Colenso ? we're the men who had to pay.We're the men who paid the blood-price.Shall the grave be all our gain ?You owe us. Long and heavy is the score.Then cheer us for our glory now, and cheer us for our pain,And cheer us as you never cheered before."
The folks were white and stricken, each tongue seemed weighed with lead;Each heart was clutched in hollow hand of ice;And every eye was staring at the horror of the dead,The pit
And then there came a shadow, swift and sudden, dark and drear;The bells were silent, not an echo stirred.The flags were drooping sullenly, the men forgot to cheer;We waited, and we never spoke a word.The sky grew darker, darker, till from out the gloomy rackThere came a voice that checked the heart with dread:"Tear down, tear down your bunting now, and hang up sable black;They are coming ? it's the Army of the Dead."
They were coming, they were coming, gaunt and ghastly, sad and slow,They were coming, all the crimson wrecks of pride;With faces seared, and cheeks red smeared, and haunting eyes of woe,And clotted holes the khaki couldn't hide.Oh, the clammy brow of anguish! the livid, foam-flecked lips!The reeling ranks of ruin swept along!The limb that trailed, the hand that failed, the bloody finger tipsAnd oh, the dreary rhythm of their song!
"They left us on the veldt-side, but we felt we couldn't stopOn this, our England's crowning festal day;We're the men of Magersfontein, we're the men of Spoin Kop,Colenso ? we're the men who had to pay.We're the men who paid the blood-price.Shall the grave be all our gain ?You owe us. Long and heavy is the score.Then cheer us for our glory now, and cheer us for our pain,And cheer us as you never cheered before."
The folks were white and stricken, each tongue seemed weighed with lead;Each heart was clutched in hollow hand of ice;And every eye was staring at the horror of the dead,The pit
