Lirik Lagu The Man Comes Around (Alt take) - 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 thunderOne of the four beasts saying come and see and I sawAnd behold a white horse...
There's a man going 'round taking namesAnd he decides who to free and who to blameEverybody won't be treated all the sameThere'll be a golden ladder reaching downWhen the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand upAt the terror in each sip and each supWill you partake of that last offered cupOr disappear into the potter's groundWhen the man comes around
CHORUS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singingMultitudes are marching to the big kettle drumVoices calling, voices cryingSome are born and some are dyingIt's Alpha and Omega's kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalomThen the father hen will call his chickens homeThe wise men will bow down before the throneAnd at his feet they'll cast their golden crownsWhen the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust stillWhoever is righteous let him be righteous stillWhoever is filthy let him be filthy stillListen to the words long written downWhen the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singingMultitudes are marching to the big kettle drumVoices calling, voices cryingSome are born and some are dyingIt's Alpha and Omega's kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured a hundred weight and penny poundWhen the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beastsAnd I looked and behold, a pale horseAnd it's name that sat on him was DeathAnd Hell followed with him.
There's a man going 'round taking namesAnd he decides who to free and who to blameEverybody won't be treated all the sameThere'll be a golden ladder reaching downWhen the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand upAt the terror in each sip and each supWill you partake of that last offered cupOr disappear into the potter's groundWhen the man comes around
CHORUS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singingMultitudes are marching to the big kettle drumVoices calling, voices cryingSome are born and some are dyingIt's Alpha and Omega's kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalomThen the father hen will call his chickens homeThe wise men will bow down before the throneAnd at his feet they'll cast their golden crownsWhen the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust stillWhoever is righteous let him be righteous stillWhoever is filthy let him be filthy stillListen to the words long written downWhen the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipersOne hundred million angels singingMultitudes are marching to the big kettle drumVoices calling, voices cryingSome are born and some are dyingIt's Alpha and Omega's kingdom comeAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treeThe virgins are all trimming their wicksThe whirlwind is in the thorn treeIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured a hundred weight and penny poundWhen the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beastsAnd I looked and behold, a pale horseAnd it's name that sat on him was DeathAnd Hell followed with him.
