Lirik Lagu Amsterdam - John Denver
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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.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who singsOf the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea.In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleepsWhile the river bank weeps to the old willow tree.In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who diesFull of beer, full of cries in a drunkin' down fight.But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's bornOn a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light.
In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meetThere's a sailor who eats only fish-heads and tails.He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon.That can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails.And he asks to the cook with his arms open wide.Bring me more fish, put it down by my side.And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try.So he gets up and he laughs and he zips up his fly.
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance.Haunches bursting their pants, binding woman to paunch.They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks.And they're aplitting the night with the roar of their jokes.And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust.To the rats it sounds of the accordion burst.Then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants.With a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks.And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again.He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam.Who have promised their love to a thousand other men.And they darken their bodies and their virtue long goneFor a few dirty coins. And then when he can't go onHe plants his nose in the sky And he wipes it up aboveAnd he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love.In the port of Amsterdam.In the port of Amsterdam.In the port of Amsterdam.
In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meetThere's a sailor who eats only fish-heads and tails.He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon.That can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails.And he asks to the cook with his arms open wide.Bring me more fish, put it down by my side.And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try.So he gets up and he laughs and he zips up his fly.
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance.Haunches bursting their pants, binding woman to paunch.They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks.And they're aplitting the night with the roar of their jokes.And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust.To the rats it sounds of the accordion burst.Then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants.With a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks.And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again.He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam.Who have promised their love to a thousand other men.And they darken their bodies and their virtue long goneFor a few dirty coins. And then when he can't go onHe plants his nose in the sky And he wipes it up aboveAnd he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love.In the port of Amsterdam.In the port of Amsterdam.In the port of Amsterdam.
