HOME » LIRIK LAGU » S » SUSAN HAYNES » LIRIK LAGU SUSAN HAYNES
  • Semua
  • Profil
  • Berita
  • Foto
  • Berita Foto
  • Video
  • Lirik

Lirik Lagu Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress - Susan Haynes

X

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.
I can barely feels the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no.How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head?An' who'd've ever thought I'd not complain about a mess?Serves me right, I guess:This is what I get for eatin' crackers with my gin,An' drinkin' in my Sunday dress.
Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed.Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead.I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes.I love to play the part of the damsel in distress,Flickin' ashes in my coffee,Drinkin' in my Sunday dress.
Well I've been on the road to this,An' I've been on the way to this,But who'd 'a think it'd come to this?Don't let on you've seen me like this, like this.
My old transistor's soundin' just as twangy as a Fender.My radiator growls like Elvis after Sunday dinner.I've drained my last Tequila and I've thrown away the blender,I've poured out all the wine; from now on nothin' but the best:Cognac an' Patsy Cline,While drinkin' in my Sunday dress.
Well I've been on the road to this,An' I've been on the way to this.I surely ain't a hypocrite:I've had my fun and now I must confess.
Our reverend is a kingly soul; repents 'em on a dime.His Bible is not inked in gold, he is not the cheatin' kind.One Sunday after meetin', I was in the greetin' line.He said: "I've seen you from the altar,"Gulpin' down Communion wine.""Just remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine."I said: "Just remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine."