Lirik Lagu Sunday Morning Comin' Down - Johnny Cash
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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.
Well, I woke up Sunday morningWith no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,So I had one more for dessert.Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothesAnd found my cleanest dirty shirt.Then I washed my face and combed my hairAnd stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night beforeWith cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.But I lit my first and watched a small kidPlaying with a can that he was kicking.Then I walked across the streetAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lostSomewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.'Cause there's something in a SundayThat makes a body feel alone.And there's nothing short a' dyingThat's half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleeping city sidewalkAnd Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddyWith a laughing little girl that he was swinging.And I stopped beside a Sunday schoolAnd listened to the songs they were singing.Then I headed down the street,And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,And it echoed through the canyonLike the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.'Cause there's something in a SundayThat makes a body feel alone.And there's nothing short a' dyingThat's half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleeping city sidewalkAnd Sunday morning coming down.
I'd smoked my mind the night beforeWith cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.But I lit my first and watched a small kidPlaying with a can that he was kicking.Then I walked across the streetAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lostSomewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.'Cause there's something in a SundayThat makes a body feel alone.And there's nothing short a' dyingThat's half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleeping city sidewalkAnd Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddyWith a laughing little girl that he was swinging.And I stopped beside a Sunday schoolAnd listened to the songs they were singing.Then I headed down the street,And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,And it echoed through the canyonLike the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.'Cause there's something in a SundayThat makes a body feel alone.And there's nothing short a' dyingThat's half as lonesome as the soundOf the sleeping city sidewalkAnd Sunday morning coming down.
