Lirik Lagu Have Some Madeira, M'Dear - The Limeliters
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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.
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was niceShe was fair, she was sweet seventeen.He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to viceHe was base, he was bad, he was mean.He had slyly inveigled her up to his flatTo view his collection of stamps,And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,The wine, his cigar and the lamps:
Have some madeira, m'dear. You really have nothing to fear.I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right,You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night.Have some madeira, m'dear. It's really much nicer than beer.I don't care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,And port is a wine I can well do without...It's simply a case of chacun a son goutHave some madeira, m'dear.
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grassAnd the fate of the maiden who topes,She lowered her standards by raising her glass,Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!He promptly refilled it again,And he said as he secretly carved one more notchOn the butt of his gold-headed cane:
Have some madeira, m'dear,I've got a small cask of it here.And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep.Do finish it up. It will help you to sleep.Have some madeira, m'dear.It's really an excellent year.Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yesThe evil gin does would be hard to assess..Besides it's inclined to affect me prowess,Have some madeira, m'dear.
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had saidWith her antepenultimate breath,"Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is redBe prepared for a fate worse than death!"She let go her glass with a shrill little cry,Crash! Tinkle! it fell to the floor;When he asked, "What in Heaven?" She made no reply,Up her mind, and a dash for the door.
Have some madeira, m'dear.Rang out down the hall loud and clearWith a tremulous cry that was filled with despair,As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air,Have some madeira, m'dear.The words seemed to ring in her ear.Until the next morning, she woke in her bedWith a smile on her lips and an ache in her head...And a beard in her lug 'ole that tickled and said:Have some madeira, m'dear!
Have some madeira, m'dear. You really have nothing to fear.I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right,You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night.Have some madeira, m'dear. It's really much nicer than beer.I don't care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,And port is a wine I can well do without...It's simply a case of chacun a son goutHave some madeira, m'dear.
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grassAnd the fate of the maiden who topes,She lowered her standards by raising her glass,Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!He promptly refilled it again,And he said as he secretly carved one more notchOn the butt of his gold-headed cane:
Have some madeira, m'dear,I've got a small cask of it here.And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep.Do finish it up. It will help you to sleep.Have some madeira, m'dear.It's really an excellent year.Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yesThe evil gin does would be hard to assess..Besides it's inclined to affect me prowess,Have some madeira, m'dear.
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had saidWith her antepenultimate breath,"Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is redBe prepared for a fate worse than death!"She let go her glass with a shrill little cry,Crash! Tinkle! it fell to the floor;When he asked, "What in Heaven?" She made no reply,Up her mind, and a dash for the door.
Have some madeira, m'dear.Rang out down the hall loud and clearWith a tremulous cry that was filled with despair,As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air,Have some madeira, m'dear.The words seemed to ring in her ear.Until the next morning, she woke in her bedWith a smile on her lips and an ache in her head...And a beard in her lug 'ole that tickled and said:Have some madeira, m'dear!
