Lirik Lagu Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters - Mandy Moore
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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 now I knowSpanish Harlem are not just pretty words to sayI thought I knewBut now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen these trash can dreams come trueYou stand at the edge while people run you throughAnd I thank the Lordthere's people out there like youI thank the Lordthere's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatterssons of bankers, sons of lawyersturn around to say good morning to the nightFor unless they see the skybut they can't and that is whythey know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's gotIt's got a lot of songs to singIf I knew the tune I might join inOh, and go my way aloneGrow my ownmy own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go downRich man can ride and the hobo he can drownAnd I thank the Lordfor the people I have foundI thank the Lordfor the people I have found
Oh, While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatterssons of bankers, sons of lawyersturn around and say good morning to the nightFor unless they see the skybut they can't and that is whythey know not if it's dark outside or light
And now I knowSpanish Harlem are not just pretty words to sayI thought I knewbut now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen these trash can dreams come trueYou stand at the edge while people run you throughAnd I thank the Lordthere's people out there like youI thank the Lordthere's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatterssons of bankers, sons of lawyersturn around to say good morning to the nightWell, unless they see the skybut they can't and that is whythey know not if it's dark outside or lightThey know not if it's dark outside or light
Until you've seen these trash can dreams come trueYou stand at the edge while people run you throughAnd I thank the Lordthere's people out there like youI thank the Lordthere's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatterssons of bankers, sons of lawyersturn around to say good morning to the nightFor unless they see the skybut they can't and that is whythey know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's gotIt's got a lot of songs to singIf I knew the tune I might join inOh, and go my way aloneGrow my ownmy own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go downRich man can ride and the hobo he can drownAnd I thank the Lordfor the people I have foundI thank the Lordfor the people I have found
Oh, While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatterssons of bankers, sons of lawyersturn around and say good morning to the nightFor unless they see the skybut they can't and that is whythey know not if it's dark outside or light
And now I knowSpanish Harlem are not just pretty words to sayI thought I knewbut now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen these trash can dreams come trueYou stand at the edge while people run you throughAnd I thank the Lordthere's people out there like youI thank the Lordthere's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatterssons of bankers, sons of lawyersturn around to say good morning to the nightWell, unless they see the skybut they can't and that is whythey know not if it's dark outside or lightThey know not if it's dark outside or light
