Lirik Lagu Flower Lady - Peter And Gordon
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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.
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streetRich and poor companions of the restless feet.Strangers in a foreign landStrike a match with a trembling handLearned too much to ever understand.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words.The stone stares at the sculptor, asks are you absurd?The painter paints his brushes black, through the canvas runs a crackThe portrait of the pain never answers back.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
Feeble aged people almost to their kneesComplain about the present using memories.Never found their pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary holes.Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale.Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail.Not a pause to hold a rose, even she no longer knows.The lamp goes out, the evening now is closed.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
Poets agonize, they cannot find the words.The stone stares at the sculptor, asks are you absurd?The painter paints his brushes black, through the canvas runs a crackThe portrait of the pain never answers back.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
Feeble aged people almost to their kneesComplain about the present using memories.Never found their pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary holes.Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale.Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail.Not a pause to hold a rose, even she no longer knows.The lamp goes out, the evening now is closed.But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady.
