Lirik Lagu Children Of Children - Jason Isbell
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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.
Pictures of the farm before usOld men in a gospel chorusSepia and saddle horsesEasy on the reins
Eighty-one, a motor inn, your momma's 17 againShe's squinting at the dusty windThe anger of the plains
You and I were almost nothingPray to God the Gods were bluffingSeventeen ain't old enough to reason with the painHow could we expect the two to stay in loveWhen neither knew the meaning ofThe difference between sacred and profane?
I was riding on my mother's hipShe was shorter than the cornAll the years I took from herJust by being born
I didn't mean to break the cycleAt 17, I went by MichaelNo one ever called me by my own name anywayFive full generations livingAll these expectations giving way to oneLate to have a baby on the way
You were riding on your mother's hipShe was shorter than the cornAll the years you took from herJust by being born
Eighty-one, a motor inn, your momma's 17 againShe's squinting at the dusty windThe anger of the plains
You and I were almost nothingPray to God the Gods were bluffingSeventeen ain't old enough to reason with the painHow could we expect the two to stay in loveWhen neither knew the meaning ofThe difference between sacred and profane?
I was riding on my mother's hipShe was shorter than the cornAll the years I took from herJust by being born
I didn't mean to break the cycleAt 17, I went by MichaelNo one ever called me by my own name anywayFive full generations livingAll these expectations giving way to oneLate to have a baby on the way
You were riding on your mother's hipShe was shorter than the cornAll the years you took from herJust by being born
