Lirik Lagu General Bacardi - Crass
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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 seen it all before,Revolution at my back door,Well whose to say it won't happen all again.Cos the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
They talk from the screen and T.V. tube.They talk revolution like it's processed food.They talk of anarchy from music hall stages,Look for change in colour supplement pages.They think that by talking from some distant tower,That something might change in the structure of power.They dream, they dream, never walk on the street.They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet.
I've seen it all before,Revolution at my back door,Well whose to say it won't happen all again.Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
Alternative values were a fucking con.They never really meant it when they said "Get it on".They really meant, "Mine, that's mine", can't you see?They stamped on our heads so that they could be free.They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes,Tending their goats and organic tomatoes.While the world was being fucked by fascist regimes,They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams.
I've seen it all before,Revolution at my back door,Well whose to say it won't happen all again.Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
They talk from the screen and T.V. tube.They talk revolution like it's processed food.They talk of anarchy from music hall stages,Look for change in colour supplement pages.They think that by talking from some distant tower,That something might change in the structure of power.They dream, they dream, never walk on the street.They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet.
I've seen it all before,Revolution at my back door,Well whose to say it won't happen all again.Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
Alternative values were a fucking con.They never really meant it when they said "Get it on".They really meant, "Mine, that's mine", can't you see?They stamped on our heads so that they could be free.They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes,Tending their goats and organic tomatoes.While the world was being fucked by fascist regimes,They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams.
I've seen it all before,Revolution at my back door,Well whose to say it won't happen all again.Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.
