Lirik Lagu The Man Comes Around - 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.
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."And I saw.And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.An' he decides who to free and who to blame.Everybody won't be treated all the same.There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.At the terror in each sip and in each sup.For you partake of that last offered cup,Or disappear into the potter's ground.When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.One hundred million angels singin'.Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.Voices callin', voices cryin'.Some are born an' some are dyin'.It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.The virgins are all trimming their wicks.The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.Then the father hen will call his chickens home.The wise men will bow down before the throne.And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.Listen to the words long written down,When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.One hundred million angels singin'.Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.Voices callin', voices cryin'.Some are born an' some are dyin'.It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.The virgins are all trimming their wicks.The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.An' he decides who to free and who to blame.Everybody won't be treated all the same.There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.At the terror in each sip and in each sup.For you partake of that last offered cup,Or disappear into the potter's ground.When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.One hundred million angels singin'.Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.Voices callin', voices cryin'.Some are born an' some are dyin'.It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.The virgins are all trimming their wicks.The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.Then the father hen will call his chickens home.The wise men will bow down before the throne.And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.Listen to the words long written down,When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.One hundred million angels singin'.Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.Voices callin', voices cryin'.Some are born an' some are dyin'.It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.The virgins are all trimming their wicks.The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight
