Lirik Lagu Postcards From Hell - The Wood Brothers
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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.
I know a man who sings the bluesYeah he plays just what he feelsKeeps a letter in the pocket of his coatBut he never breaks the seal
Set up in a bar room cornerPlayin' for tips and beerPeople carryin' on and drinkin'You gotta strain to hear
I've seen him playin' some old cheap guitarBut he could play on pots and pansYou never heard a soul so pure and trueIt's flowin' right out of his handsHe can sing sweet as a choir girlOr he can sing a house on fireI've seen him callin' up the angelsAnd use a breeze for a telephone wire
And if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe saysI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell
Says he came from down in TexasPlayin' out since he's fifteenYou can hear a little ChicagoAnd a lot of New OrleansHean take you on a freight trainHe can take you down the alleyHe can take you to the churchHe can walk you through the valley
And if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe saysI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell
I've seen him sleepin' in a doorwayMaybe livin' outsideOn his back just like a cockroachBut he ain't waitin' to die
And if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe saysI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell
Set up in a bar room cornerPlayin' for tips and beerPeople carryin' on and drinkin'You gotta strain to hear
I've seen him playin' some old cheap guitarBut he could play on pots and pansYou never heard a soul so pure and trueIt's flowin' right out of his handsHe can sing sweet as a choir girlOr he can sing a house on fireI've seen him callin' up the angelsAnd use a breeze for a telephone wire
And if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe saysI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell
Says he came from down in TexasPlayin' out since he's fifteenYou can hear a little ChicagoAnd a lot of New OrleansHean take you on a freight trainHe can take you down the alleyHe can take you to the churchHe can walk you through the valley
And if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe saysI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell
I've seen him sleepin' in a doorwayMaybe livin' outsideOn his back just like a cockroachBut he ain't waitin' to die
And if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe saysI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell
