Lirik Lagu Gus: The Theatre Cat - Sarah Brightman
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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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SarahGus is the cat at the theatre doorHis name, as I ought to have told you beforeIs really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounceThat we usually call him just GusHis coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rakeAnd he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shakeFor he was in his youth quite the smartest of catsBut no longer a terror to mice or to rats
For he isn't the cat that he was in his primeThough his name was quite famous, he says, in his timeAnd whenever he joins his friends at their club(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)He loves to regale them, if someone else paysWith anecdotes drawn from his palmiest daysFor he once was a star of the highest degreeHe has acted with Irving, he's acted with TreeAnd he likes to relate his success on the hallsWhere the gallery once gave him seven cat callsBut his grandest creation as he loves to tellWas Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir JohnI have played in my time every possible partAnd I used to know seventy speeches by heartI'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gagAnd I knew how to let the cat out of the bagI knew how to act with my back and my tailWith an hour of rehearsal, I never could failI'd a voice that would soften the hardest of heartsWhether I took the lead, or in character partsI have sat by the bedside of poor little NellWhen the curfew was rung then I swung on the bellIn the pantomime season, I never fell flatAnd I once understudied Dick Whittington's catBut my grandest creation, as history will tellwas Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
SarahThen, if someone will give him a toothful of ginHe will tell how he once played a part in East LynneAt a Shakespeare performance he once walked on patWhen some actor suggested the need for a cat
Sir JohnAnd I say now these kittens, they do not get trainedAs we did in the days when Victoria rei
For he isn't the cat that he was in his primeThough his name was quite famous, he says, in his timeAnd whenever he joins his friends at their club(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)He loves to regale them, if someone else paysWith anecdotes drawn from his palmiest daysFor he once was a star of the highest degreeHe has acted with Irving, he's acted with TreeAnd he likes to relate his success on the hallsWhere the gallery once gave him seven cat callsBut his grandest creation as he loves to tellWas Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir JohnI have played in my time every possible partAnd I used to know seventy speeches by heartI'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gagAnd I knew how to let the cat out of the bagI knew how to act with my back and my tailWith an hour of rehearsal, I never could failI'd a voice that would soften the hardest of heartsWhether I took the lead, or in character partsI have sat by the bedside of poor little NellWhen the curfew was rung then I swung on the bellIn the pantomime season, I never fell flatAnd I once understudied Dick Whittington's catBut my grandest creation, as history will tellwas Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
SarahThen, if someone will give him a toothful of ginHe will tell how he once played a part in East LynneAt a Shakespeare performance he once walked on patWhen some actor suggested the need for a cat
Sir JohnAnd I say now these kittens, they do not get trainedAs we did in the days when Victoria rei
