Lirik Lagu Song Of Joy - Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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
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- 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
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- 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
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Have mercy on me, sirAllow me to impose on youI have no place to stayAnd my bones are cold right throughI will tell you a storyOf a man and his familyAnd I swear that it is true
Ten years ago I met a girl named JoyShe was a sweet and happy thingHer eyes were bright blue jewelsAnd we were married in the springI had no idea what happiness and little love could bringOr what life had in storeBut all things move toward their endAll things move toward their their endOn that you can be sure
La la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la
Then one morning I awoke to find her weepingAnd for many days to followShe grew so sad and lonelyBecame Joy in name onlyWithin her breast there launched an unnamed sorrowAnd a dark and grim force set sail* Farewell happy fields ** Where joy forever dwells ** Hail horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonitionAs if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked nightThose lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knifeAh, I see sir, that I have your attention!Well, could it be?How often I've asked that questionWell, then in quick successionWe had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and HollyThey were their mother's childrenTheir eyes were bright blue jewelsAnd they were quiet as a mouseThere was no laughter in the houseNo, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"Well, one night there came a visitor to our little homeI was visiting a sick friendI was a doctor thenJoy and the girls were on their own
La la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la
Joy had been bound with electrical tapeIn her mouth a gagShe'd been stabbed repeatedlyAnd stuffed into a sleeping bagIn their very cots my girls were robbed of their
Ten years ago I met a girl named JoyShe was a sweet and happy thingHer eyes were bright blue jewelsAnd we were married in the springI had no idea what happiness and little love could bringOr what life had in storeBut all things move toward their endAll things move toward their their endOn that you can be sure
La la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la
Then one morning I awoke to find her weepingAnd for many days to followShe grew so sad and lonelyBecame Joy in name onlyWithin her breast there launched an unnamed sorrowAnd a dark and grim force set sail* Farewell happy fields ** Where joy forever dwells ** Hail horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonitionAs if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked nightThose lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knifeAh, I see sir, that I have your attention!Well, could it be?How often I've asked that questionWell, then in quick successionWe had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and HollyThey were their mother's childrenTheir eyes were bright blue jewelsAnd they were quiet as a mouseThere was no laughter in the houseNo, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"Well, one night there came a visitor to our little homeI was visiting a sick friendI was a doctor thenJoy and the girls were on their own
La la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la
Joy had been bound with electrical tapeIn her mouth a gagShe'd been stabbed repeatedlyAnd stuffed into a sleeping bagIn their very cots my girls were robbed of their
