Lirik Lagu Sailor's Rest - Stan Rogers
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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.
(CHORUS 1)It's acrimony down in the card roomWith winning hands thrown on the baize;Forgotten cards wait on the end of debateOn the good old days.Captains and mates getting testyWith memories not of the bestAnd tempers are flyingDown at the Sailor's Rest.
Blue eyes in wrinkled MoroccoStill search the horizon for squalls,And Zeros in the sky and the watchkeeper's eyeAnd the pawn shop balls.The spice in the wind off JavaAnd the bars in Papity were best,But the deck is too steadyDown at the Sailor's Rest.
(Chorus 2)And oh...how they talk of the day they arrived;When after the years, all the storms and the tears,Still very much alive.And oh...how their lives were spilled out on the floorFrom the battered old seabags, the journals and logsAnd the keepsakes locked in the chestsThat were stowed in the attic [sold at the auction]Down at the Sailor's Rest.
No rail on the mess room tableAnd you're dead if you spit on the floor.No grog allowed, no singing too loud,And no locks on the doors;But there's always a fire in the card roomAnd the tucker is always the best,And they'll end it togetherDown at the Sailor's Rest.
(CHORUS 2)And oh...how they talked of the day they arrived...
So...(CHORUS 1)
Blue eyes in wrinkled MoroccoStill search the horizon for squalls,And Zeros in the sky and the watchkeeper's eyeAnd the pawn shop balls.The spice in the wind off JavaAnd the bars in Papity were best,But the deck is too steadyDown at the Sailor's Rest.
(Chorus 2)And oh...how they talk of the day they arrived;When after the years, all the storms and the tears,Still very much alive.And oh...how their lives were spilled out on the floorFrom the battered old seabags, the journals and logsAnd the keepsakes locked in the chestsThat were stowed in the attic [sold at the auction]Down at the Sailor's Rest.
No rail on the mess room tableAnd you're dead if you spit on the floor.No grog allowed, no singing too loud,And no locks on the doors;But there's always a fire in the card roomAnd the tucker is always the best,And they'll end it togetherDown at the Sailor's Rest.
(CHORUS 2)And oh...how they talked of the day they arrived...
So...(CHORUS 1)
