Lirik Lagu A Month Of Sundays - Don Henley
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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 used to work for HarvesterI used to use my handsI used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great landNow I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turnAnd I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn
I quit the plant in '57Had some time for farmin' thenBanks back then was lendin' moneyThe banker was the farmer's friendAnd I've seen dog days and dusty days;Late spring snow and early fall sleet;I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feetBetween the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meetBut I always kept the clothes on our backs;I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from collegeHe says, We get the government we deserve.My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, That little punk, he neverhad to serve.And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs and look out across theseempty fieldsI sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin'of the wheels
The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, tooMe, I just know how to raise thingsThat was all I ever knewNow, it all comes down to numbersNow I'm glad that I have quitFolks these days just don't do nothin' simply for the love of it
I went into town on the Fourth of JulyWatched 'em parade past the Union JackWatched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drumOne step forward and two steps backAnd I saw a sign on Easy Street, said, Be Prepared to Stop.Pray for the independent, little manI don't see next year's cropAnd I sit here on the back porch in the twilightAnd I hear the crickets humI sit and watch the lightning in the distancebut the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blowI sit here and rub my handsI sit here and listen to the clock strike,and I wonder when I'll see my companion again
I quit the plant in '57Had some time for farmin' thenBanks back then was lendin' moneyThe banker was the farmer's friendAnd I've seen dog days and dusty days;Late spring snow and early fall sleet;I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feetBetween the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meetBut I always kept the clothes on our backs;I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from collegeHe says, We get the government we deserve.My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, That little punk, he neverhad to serve.And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs and look out across theseempty fieldsI sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin'of the wheels
The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, tooMe, I just know how to raise thingsThat was all I ever knewNow, it all comes down to numbersNow I'm glad that I have quitFolks these days just don't do nothin' simply for the love of it
I went into town on the Fourth of JulyWatched 'em parade past the Union JackWatched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drumOne step forward and two steps backAnd I saw a sign on Easy Street, said, Be Prepared to Stop.Pray for the independent, little manI don't see next year's cropAnd I sit here on the back porch in the twilightAnd I hear the crickets humI sit and watch the lightning in the distancebut the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blowI sit here and rub my handsI sit here and listen to the clock strike,and I wonder when I'll see my companion again
