Lirik Lagu The Munition Maker - 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 am the Cannon king, behold!I perish on a throne of gold.With forest far and turret high,Renowned and rajah-rich am I.My father was and his before,With wealth we owe to war on war;But let no potentate be proud...There are no pockets in a shroud.
By nature I am mild and kind,To gentleness and ruth inclined;And though the pheasants over-runMy woods, I will not touch a gun.Yet while each monster that I forgeThunders destruction from its gorge.Death's whisper is, I vow, more loud...There are no pockets in a shroud.
My time is short, my ships at seaAlready seem like ghosts to meMy millions mock me, I am poorAs any beggar at my door.My vast dominion I resign,Six feet of earth to claim as mine,Brooding with shoulders bid bitter-bowed...There are no pockets in a shroud.
Dear God, let me purge pure my heart,And be of Heaven's hope a part!Flinging my fortune's foul increaseTo fight for pity, love and peace.Oh that I could with healing fare,And pledged to poverty and prayerCry high above the cringing crowd..."Ye fools! Be not by Mammon cowed...There are no pockets in a shroud."
By nature I am mild and kind,To gentleness and ruth inclined;And though the pheasants over-runMy woods, I will not touch a gun.Yet while each monster that I forgeThunders destruction from its gorge.Death's whisper is, I vow, more loud...There are no pockets in a shroud.
My time is short, my ships at seaAlready seem like ghosts to meMy millions mock me, I am poorAs any beggar at my door.My vast dominion I resign,Six feet of earth to claim as mine,Brooding with shoulders bid bitter-bowed...There are no pockets in a shroud.
Dear God, let me purge pure my heart,And be of Heaven's hope a part!Flinging my fortune's foul increaseTo fight for pity, love and peace.Oh that I could with healing fare,And pledged to poverty and prayerCry high above the cringing crowd..."Ye fools! Be not by Mammon cowed...There are no pockets in a shroud."
