Lirik Lagu Migration - Jimmy Buffett
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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.
Jimmy BuffettLook'in back at my background tryin' tofigure out how I ever got here.Some things are still a mystery to meWhile others are much to clear.I'm just livin' in the sunshine,Stay contented most of the time.Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,Sing me their Texas rhymes.
Now most of the people who retire in Floridaare wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;Well I hate those bastards so much.I wish a summer squall would blow themall the way up to fantasy land.They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.They look a lot better as beer cans.
ChorusYeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,Why some people live like they do.So many nice things hap'nin out there,Never even seen the clues.Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.I know we've been doing our part.Got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,If I hadn't learned how to sing.And on top of that I got married too early,And it cost me much more than a ring.But those crazy days are over,You've just got to learn fromthe wrong things you've done.I came off the rebound, started looking around,Figured out it's time to have a little fun.
Chorus
Well now, if I ever live to be an old man,I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suitand an African parakeet.And then I'll sit him on my shoulderand open up my trusty old mind.I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,Teach him how to cuss,And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.
ChorusYeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
Now most of the people who retire in Floridaare wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;Well I hate those bastards so much.I wish a summer squall would blow themall the way up to fantasy land.They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.They look a lot better as beer cans.
ChorusYeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,Why some people live like they do.So many nice things hap'nin out there,Never even seen the clues.Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.I know we've been doing our part.Got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,If I hadn't learned how to sing.And on top of that I got married too early,And it cost me much more than a ring.But those crazy days are over,You've just got to learn fromthe wrong things you've done.I came off the rebound, started looking around,Figured out it's time to have a little fun.
Chorus
Well now, if I ever live to be an old man,I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suitand an African parakeet.And then I'll sit him on my shoulderand open up my trusty old mind.I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,Teach him how to cuss,And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.
ChorusYeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely controland some Texas hidden here in my heart.
