Lirik Lagu Wild Life Pt.1 (tour De Trance) - Stinkin Rich/Buck 65
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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.
Everywhere all around me people they be justBe talking all about the camp as if their bike is gonna rustIf they don't begin to pedal 'cause if the rain hits the metalThe parts that are wet'll corrode if the drops settleBut there's no rain falling from the pink and orange skyTurning blue twilight but panic is the highlightOn the six o'clock broadcast an everyday nailfilePicks the lock and now the big chains get sawed past!And I'm a no-helmet-wearing member of the Tour De FranceBike race .. and the cop at the border wantsTo see my passport photo .. to make a copyFor me to autograph, and my bike is a jalopySo I can't see myself winning, and I decide toPace myself from the begining; I'm not rushin'(Russian)I'm not a German Nazi, I look to the sky and see starsLike the paparazzi... I concentrate on theCampground; I can't see the big and yellow dashesIn the middle of the road because it's covered in ashesTwo inches deep, making for treacherous conditionsPoor visibility and rising suspicionsI know I'm not in hell, I don't hear the sounds of G-funkBut I'm trying to get my bicycle past a fallen tree trunkThat's blocking the road off, barricade fashionMy legs are getting tired and some other guys are crashingBecause of the ashes and there's a long way to go, still...I can't believe how dark it is...There's a whole lot of hills and sharp corners to navigate, andVampires, in the distance I can see the campfiresThere's probably only two miles left to reach the destinationAccording to my estimationI can't be getting lazy, organizers may be spyingAs I get a little closer, I can hear the babies cryingI've got loose teeth and skid marks butThose thoughts diminish as I cross the finish.
