Lirik Lagu The Puddler's Tale - 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.
They neither know of night or day,They night and day pour out their thunder,As every ingot rolls away,A dozen more are split asunder.There is a sign beside the gate,"Eleven Days" since a man lay dying,Now every shift brings fear and hateAnd shaken men in terror crying.
The molten rivers boil away,A fiery brew hell never equaled.To their profits the bosses pray,And Mammon sings in his grim cathedral.His attendants join the choir,And heaven help us if we're shirking,Stoke the furnace-altar fire,And just be thankful that we're working!
Do this, then, charge the hoppers highLest you endure the foreman's choler,Do this, then, drain the tankards dry,And let us toast the almighty dollar,That keeps us chained here before the fireWhere heat and noise set the weak a-quaking.At the siren's infernal cry,The open hearth sets the ground to shaking.
Do this, then, raise the babies highAnd make them shriek with love and laughter!Do this, then, kiss your woman's eyesAnd raise a song unto the rafters!Wash the steel mill from your hair,Heap the table 'til it's breaking,'Nor let terror enter thereAnd in the hearth set the glasses breaking.
The molten rivers boil away,A fiery brew hell never equaled.To their profits the bosses pray,And Mammon sings in his grim cathedral.His attendants join the choir,And heaven help us if we're shirking,Stoke the furnace-altar fire,And just be thankful that we're working!
Do this, then, charge the hoppers highLest you endure the foreman's choler,Do this, then, drain the tankards dry,And let us toast the almighty dollar,That keeps us chained here before the fireWhere heat and noise set the weak a-quaking.At the siren's infernal cry,The open hearth sets the ground to shaking.
Do this, then, raise the babies highAnd make them shriek with love and laughter!Do this, then, kiss your woman's eyesAnd raise a song unto the rafters!Wash the steel mill from your hair,Heap the table 'til it's breaking,'Nor let terror enter thereAnd in the hearth set the glasses breaking.
