Lirik Lagu Magdalene Laundries - Joni Mitchell
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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.
I was an unmarried girlI'd just turned twenty-sevenWhen they sent me to the sistersFor the way men looked at meBranded as a jezebelI knew I was not bound for HeavenI'd be cast in shameInto the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnantSome by their own fathersBridget got that bellyBy her parish priestWe're trying to get things white as snowAll of us woe-begotten-daughtersIn the streaming stainsOf the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutesAnd temptresses like me--Fallen women--Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...Why do they call this heartless placeOur Lady of Charity?Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of JesusIf they had just once glimpsed their groomThen they'd know, and they'd drop the stonesConcealed behind their rosariesThey wilt the grass they walk uponThey leech the light out of a roomThey'd like to drive us down the drainAt the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died todayShe was a cheeky girlA flirtThey just stuffed her in a hole!Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!One day I'm going to die here tooAnd they'll plant me in the dirtLike some lame bulbThat never blooms come any springNot any springNo, not any springNot any spring
Most girls come here pregnantSome by their own fathersBridget got that bellyBy her parish priestWe're trying to get things white as snowAll of us woe-begotten-daughtersIn the streaming stainsOf the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutesAnd temptresses like me--Fallen women--Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...Why do they call this heartless placeOur Lady of Charity?Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of JesusIf they had just once glimpsed their groomThen they'd know, and they'd drop the stonesConcealed behind their rosariesThey wilt the grass they walk uponThey leech the light out of a roomThey'd like to drive us down the drainAt the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died todayShe was a cheeky girlA flirtThey just stuffed her in a hole!Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!One day I'm going to die here tooAnd they'll plant me in the dirtLike some lame bulbThat never blooms come any springNot any springNo, not any springNot any spring
