Lirik Lagu Morning Glory - Tim Buckley
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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 lit my purest candle close to myWindow, hoping it would catch the eyeOf any vagabond who passed it by,And I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near;As he neared I felt the ancient fearThat he had come to wound my door and jeer,And I waited in my fleeting house
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;And he stood before my fleeting house
"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"And he walked away from my fleeting house
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;And he walked away from my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near;As he neared I felt the ancient fearThat he had come to wound my door and jeer,And I waited in my fleeting house
"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;And he stood before my fleeting house
"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"And he walked away from my fleeting house
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;And he walked away from my fleeting house
