Lirik Lagu Another Star Ascending - Ralph McTell
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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.
(The Boxer)
If I'd been born a street away, another star ascendingI'd have been a fighter, a boxer in the ringAnd I salute the boxer if he lose or if he winNot the cigar-ash, splashed fat menWho sit around the ring.
I want water in the bottle not brandy in the glassBruised and battered maybe but a fighter to the lastSo I salute the boxer if he lose or if he winNot the cigar-ash splashed fat menWho sit around the ring.
And I have watched the fighters since I was just a kidFrom their struggle through the ghettos to their championship bidsAnd it ain't just for the money that a guy gets cut and bruisedOr to please the ringside fat menAnd to keep them all amused.
Chorus
No boxer started out rich and I hate when they complainThey're calling it blood money they talk of damage to the brainBut the poor do not want charity they only want their prideBetter go down fighting than accept the back seat ride.
Chorus
I'm gonna miss Muhammed when he takes his final bowMay he go out with his fist high and ignore the screaming crowd,Ignore the compliments of fat men who behind their cigars hidAnd keep the sense of pride he gave to every ghetto kid.
If I'd been born a street away, another star ascendingI'd have been a fighter, a boxer in the ringAnd I salute the boxer if he lose or if he winNot the cigar-ash, splashed fat menWho sit around the ring.
I want water in the bottle not brandy in the glassBruised and battered maybe but a fighter to the lastSo I salute the boxer if he lose or if he winNot the cigar-ash splashed fat menWho sit around the ring.
And I have watched the fighters since I was just a kidFrom their struggle through the ghettos to their championship bidsAnd it ain't just for the money that a guy gets cut and bruisedOr to please the ringside fat menAnd to keep them all amused.
Chorus
No boxer started out rich and I hate when they complainThey're calling it blood money they talk of damage to the brainBut the poor do not want charity they only want their prideBetter go down fighting than accept the back seat ride.
Chorus
I'm gonna miss Muhammed when he takes his final bowMay he go out with his fist high and ignore the screaming crowd,Ignore the compliments of fat men who behind their cigars hidAnd keep the sense of pride he gave to every ghetto kid.
