Lirik Lagu The Gardener Of Eden - The Style Council
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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.
True I was a gardener, once upon a time.When the world ws young and all the earth was mineMine to tend to, to plough and to sow.Before mankind came and rendered all things low.And beauty was it's first name by this I would call.And ready the harvest for one and for all.
The orchards and the wheatfields which could of fed the world,Were divided up like money and sold through human slavesThe rivers fresh, the hillsides that had no need of name,Now ran red with the life blood and drunk with guilty shame.
The gentle bough was broken and twisted out of shape,And who knows the consequences when the bough doth break,The mother soil which reared it's young, now reared her angry head,And rain fell down like teardrops upon the flower beds.
The blame for this I'm in no doubt, is mine and mine alone,But so proud was I of my work, I had to share it's growth -'Tis true I was a gardener in the time before the flood,Now these greenfingers of mine - are stained by angels blood.
The orchards and the wheatfields which could of fed the world,Were divided up like money and sold through human slavesThe rivers fresh, the hillsides that had no need of name,Now ran red with the life blood and drunk with guilty shame.
The gentle bough was broken and twisted out of shape,And who knows the consequences when the bough doth break,The mother soil which reared it's young, now reared her angry head,And rain fell down like teardrops upon the flower beds.
The blame for this I'm in no doubt, is mine and mine alone,But so proud was I of my work, I had to share it's growth -'Tis true I was a gardener in the time before the flood,Now these greenfingers of mine - are stained by angels blood.
