Lirik Lagu Between The Wars - Oysterband
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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 a miner, I was a dockerI was a railwayman between the warsI raised a family in time of austerityWith sweat at the foundry, between the warsI paid the union and as times got harderI looked to the government to help the working manThey brought prosperity, down at the armouryWe're arming for peace, my boys, between the wars
I kept the faith and I kept voting,Not for the iron fist, but for the helping handTheirs is a land with a wall around itAnd mine is a faith in my fellow manTheirs is a land of hope and gloryMine is the green field and the factory floorTheirs are the skies all dark with bombersMine is the peace we knew between the wars
Call up the craftsmen, bring me a draughtsmanBuild me a path from cradle to graveAnd I'll give my consent to any governmentThat does not deny a man a living wageGo find the young men, never to fight againCall up the banners from the days gone bySweet moderation, the heart of this nation,Desert us not, we are between the wars
(Rhe mumbling is said to be "And behold when they opened the sixth door there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black as sackcloth.")
I kept the faith and I kept voting,Not for the iron fist, but for the helping handTheirs is a land with a wall around itAnd mine is a faith in my fellow manTheirs is a land of hope and gloryMine is the green field and the factory floorTheirs are the skies all dark with bombersMine is the peace we knew between the wars
Call up the craftsmen, bring me a draughtsmanBuild me a path from cradle to graveAnd I'll give my consent to any governmentThat does not deny a man a living wageGo find the young men, never to fight againCall up the banners from the days gone bySweet moderation, the heart of this nation,Desert us not, we are between the wars
(Rhe mumbling is said to be "And behold when they opened the sixth door there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black as sackcloth.")
