Lirik Lagu Pirate Jenny - Threepenny Opera
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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.
Gentlemen, you now see me rinsing your glasses,And I'll make a fresh bed up for you,And you'll tip me a few pennies, and I'll thank you very well,And you see me dressed in tatters, in this tatty old hotel,And you cannot tell who stands before you.And you cannot tell who stands before you.But one of these evenings there'll be shrieks in the harbor,And they'll ask: Who the hell would shriek like that?And they'll see me give a smile across my glasses,And they'll say: What's she got to smile about?And a ship with eight sailsAnd its fifty guns loadedWill tie up at dusk.
They say: Get on with your glasses, my dear,As they fish out a penny for me.And their penny is accepted and their bed is tucked up tight,Although nobody will get much chance of sleeping tonight.And they still can't tell who I might be.And they still can't tell who I might be.But one of these evenings there'll be explosions in the harbor,And they'll ask what's that bloody awful din?And they'll see me as I gaze out of the window,And they'll say: What's caused that vicious grin?And the ship with eight sailsAnd its fifty guns loadedWill lay siege to the town.
Gentlemen, you'll find that your laughs are cut short,For the walls will be knocked down flat,And the town will be quickly razed to the ground.Just one tatty old hotel will be left standing safe and sound.And they'll ask: Does someone special live in that?And they'll ask: Does someone special live in that?Then there'll be a lot of people milling round the hotel,Asking what made them leave the place alone.And they'll see me leave the building the next morning,And they'll say: Don't tell us she's the one.And the ship with eight sailsAnd its fifty guns loadedWill run up its flag.
And a hundred men will land in the bright noonday sun,Each treading where the shadows cloak him.They'l
They say: Get on with your glasses, my dear,As they fish out a penny for me.And their penny is accepted and their bed is tucked up tight,Although nobody will get much chance of sleeping tonight.And they still can't tell who I might be.And they still can't tell who I might be.But one of these evenings there'll be explosions in the harbor,And they'll ask what's that bloody awful din?And they'll see me as I gaze out of the window,And they'll say: What's caused that vicious grin?And the ship with eight sailsAnd its fifty guns loadedWill lay siege to the town.
Gentlemen, you'll find that your laughs are cut short,For the walls will be knocked down flat,And the town will be quickly razed to the ground.Just one tatty old hotel will be left standing safe and sound.And they'll ask: Does someone special live in that?And they'll ask: Does someone special live in that?Then there'll be a lot of people milling round the hotel,Asking what made them leave the place alone.And they'll see me leave the building the next morning,And they'll say: Don't tell us she's the one.And the ship with eight sailsAnd its fifty guns loadedWill run up its flag.
And a hundred men will land in the bright noonday sun,Each treading where the shadows cloak him.They'l
