Lirik Lagu Pockets - The Beautiful South
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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.
(Heaton/Rotheray)Here comes PocketsHis trousers hold a thousand deadly sinsThe maddest things we ever found in binsHe clutches them and looks at you and grins
Here comes PocketsThe children wary of what they may containThe linen may have changed, the contents sameA trouser-treasure island with no name
And socially at the platform that the timetable forgotPicking up used tickets in a station of have-notsWhen you're on that train of thoughtYou pass some pretty funky stopsWhen you're on that train of thoughtYou pass some pretty funky stopsThat's the Pocket, let him beThat's the Pocket, let him be
Here comes PocketsPicking up the things we cannot seeA bicycle, a dame, a Christmas treeThings of no value to you or me
Here comes PocketsReduced through history to just a crawlHistory turns the tall into the smallBut natural born trawlers love to trawl
And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wallOr laying underneath the staircase in a hallWe can carry dreams but we can't hold them allThat's why we learn the Blues before we actually fallThat's the Pocket, let him beThat's the Pocket, let him be
And he's clinging on to hopeLike the oak tree to the gale'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble saleIs one single reason, why the Pocket will not fail
Here comes PocketsThe children wary of what they may containThe linen may have changed, the contents sameA trouser-treasure island with no name
And socially at the platform that the timetable forgotPicking up used tickets in a station of have-notsWhen you're on that train of thoughtYou pass some pretty funky stopsWhen you're on that train of thoughtYou pass some pretty funky stopsThat's the Pocket, let him beThat's the Pocket, let him be
Here comes PocketsPicking up the things we cannot seeA bicycle, a dame, a Christmas treeThings of no value to you or me
Here comes PocketsReduced through history to just a crawlHistory turns the tall into the smallBut natural born trawlers love to trawl
And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wallOr laying underneath the staircase in a hallWe can carry dreams but we can't hold them allThat's why we learn the Blues before we actually fallThat's the Pocket, let him beThat's the Pocket, let him be
And he's clinging on to hopeLike the oak tree to the gale'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble saleIs one single reason, why the Pocket will not fail
