Lirik Lagu Anglais Avec Son Sang Froid - Paddy Gibney
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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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.
Oh the Englishman is noted for his "sang froid"Which translated means his usual bloody coldAnd he loves his pipe and slippers and the missus and the nippersAnd he's happy simply growing oldAnd he never says a word if he can help itThat's why people say he's always full of phlegmHe's quite unmoved by atom bombs and rockets to the sunHe never speaks to strangers for it simply isn't doneBut when cricket starts his fury's uncontrolledThe Englishman with his usual blood cold
Oh the Englishman could not be called romanticHis technique is not particularly goodAll the French and the Italians chase their women round like stallionsBut the Englishman's a suet pudAnd the slightest demonstration of affectionHe regards as being rather infradigHe says the way the French behave is absolutely nutsHe'd like to try it really but he hasn't got the gutsHe's scared to death the neighbours might be toldThe Englishman with his usual blood cold
Oh! The Englishman has lot of little foiblesAnd some of them are really past beliefFor he's still of the opinion that the folk in each dominion all regardhim as the big white chiefBut in spite of all of his curious delusionsUnderneath it all he has a heart of goldAnd when the Armageddon comesAnd all the world is dustAnd men will come to judgement as we know they surely mustHe'll be there with his umbrella neatly rolledThe Englishman and his usual blood coldThe Englishman and his usual blood coldAtchoooooo!
Oh the Englishman could not be called romanticHis technique is not particularly goodAll the French and the Italians chase their women round like stallionsBut the Englishman's a suet pudAnd the slightest demonstration of affectionHe regards as being rather infradigHe says the way the French behave is absolutely nutsHe'd like to try it really but he hasn't got the gutsHe's scared to death the neighbours might be toldThe Englishman with his usual blood cold
Oh! The Englishman has lot of little foiblesAnd some of them are really past beliefFor he's still of the opinion that the folk in each dominion all regardhim as the big white chiefBut in spite of all of his curious delusionsUnderneath it all he has a heart of goldAnd when the Armageddon comesAnd all the world is dustAnd men will come to judgement as we know they surely mustHe'll be there with his umbrella neatly rolledThe Englishman and his usual blood coldThe Englishman and his usual blood coldAtchoooooo!
