Lirik Lagu A Kind Of Christmas Card - Morten Harket
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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.
All you folks back homeI'll never tell you thisYou're not supposed to knowWhere your daughter isThere are ways of lifeYou never understoodIt's right hereDowntown HollywoodIt's afternoon on Sunset BoulevardI've got a stolen moment trying hardTo write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning out againTonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dearAll the love you gaveI guess there's really nothingNothing much to saveThis place is as steardy as I feel myselfThere are still some richesAt the RooseveltThat evening prayerThose memoriesIn my little bedroom, mama, on mykneesThat's where I am atDown in Los Angeles
And I am burning out againAnd I must rise above the shameTonight there is fever in my veins
Just think of the girl I used to beYou were my age once, mamatwenty-threeI can still hear some of the songs youused to playFrom that summer of love in '68Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
And I am burning out again
But I am burning out againTonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dearAll the love you gaveI guess there's really nothingNothing much to saveThis place is as steardy as I feel myselfThere are still some richesAt the RooseveltThat evening prayerThose memoriesIn my little bedroom, mama, on mykneesThat's where I am atDown in Los Angeles
And I am burning out againAnd I must rise above the shameTonight there is fever in my veins
Just think of the girl I used to beYou were my age once, mamatwenty-threeI can still hear some of the songs youused to playFrom that summer of love in '68Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
And I am burning out again
