Lirik Lagu Let Us Begin - 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.
Western Oklahoma ninteen forty threeI always felt grateful to live in the land of the free
I gave up my father to South KoreaThe mind of my brother to VietnamNow there's a banker who says I must give up my land
There are four generations of blood in this topsoilFour generations of love on this farmBefore I give up I would gladly give up my right arm
What are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons for
I had a son and my son was a soldierHe was so like my father, he was so much like meTo be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be
He gave up his future to revolutionHis life to a battle that just can't be wonFor this is not living, to live at the point of a gun
I remember the nine hundred days of LeningradThe sound of the dying, the cut of the coldI remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old
What are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons for
For the first time in my life I feel like a prisonerA slave to the ways of the powers that beAnd I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see
Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each otherWhat does it take for a people to learnIf our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn
What are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons for
Have we forgottenAll the lives that were givenAll the vows that were takenSaying never againNow for the first timeThis could be the last timeIf peace is our visionLet us begin
Have we forgottenAll the lives that were givenAll the vows that were takenSaying never againNow for the first timeThis could be the last timeIf peace is our visionLet us begin, Let us begin.
I gave up my father to South KoreaThe mind of my brother to VietnamNow there's a banker who says I must give up my land
There are four generations of blood in this topsoilFour generations of love on this farmBefore I give up I would gladly give up my right arm
What are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons for
I had a son and my son was a soldierHe was so like my father, he was so much like meTo be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be
He gave up his future to revolutionHis life to a battle that just can't be wonFor this is not living, to live at the point of a gun
I remember the nine hundred days of LeningradThe sound of the dying, the cut of the coldI remember the moments I prayed I would never grow old
What are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons for
For the first time in my life I feel like a prisonerA slave to the ways of the powers that beAnd I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I see
Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each otherWhat does it take for a people to learnIf our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn
What are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons for
Have we forgottenAll the lives that were givenAll the vows that were takenSaying never againNow for the first timeThis could be the last timeIf peace is our visionLet us begin
Have we forgottenAll the lives that were givenAll the vows that were takenSaying never againNow for the first timeThis could be the last timeIf peace is our visionLet us begin, Let us begin.
