Lirik Lagu An Irish Ballad - Tom Lehrer
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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.
About a maid I'll sing a songSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinAbout a maid I'll sing a songWho didn't have her family longNot only did she do them wrongShe did everyone of them in, them inShe did everyone of them in.
One morning in a fit of piqueSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinOne morning in a fit of piqueShe drowned her father in the creekThe water tasted bad for a weekAnd we had to make do with gin, with ginWe had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never standSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinHer mother she could never standAnd so a cyanide stew she plannedThe mother died with a spoon in her handAnd her face in a hideous grin, a grinHer face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire.Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinShe set her sister's hair on fire.And as the smoke and flame rose higherDanced around the funeral pyrePlaying a violin, olin,Playing a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones.Rika-ti-tika-ti-tinShe weighted her brother down with stonesAnd sent him off to Davey Jones.All they ever found were some bonesAnd occasional pieces of skin, of skinOccasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to doRika-ti-tika-ti-tinOne day when she had nothing to do,She cut her baby brother in twoAnd served him up as an Irish stewAnd invited the neighbors in, bors inInvited the neighbors in
And when at last the police came byRika-ti-tika-ti-tinAnd when at last the police came by,Her little pranks she did not denyDo to so she would have had to lieAnd lying she knew was a sin, a sinLying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolongSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinMy tragic tale I won't prolongAnd if you do not enjoy my songYou've yourselves to blame if it's too longYou should never have let me begin, begin.You should never have let me begin.<
One morning in a fit of piqueSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinOne morning in a fit of piqueShe drowned her father in the creekThe water tasted bad for a weekAnd we had to make do with gin, with ginWe had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never standSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinHer mother she could never standAnd so a cyanide stew she plannedThe mother died with a spoon in her handAnd her face in a hideous grin, a grinHer face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire.Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinShe set her sister's hair on fire.And as the smoke and flame rose higherDanced around the funeral pyrePlaying a violin, olin,Playing a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones.Rika-ti-tika-ti-tinShe weighted her brother down with stonesAnd sent him off to Davey Jones.All they ever found were some bonesAnd occasional pieces of skin, of skinOccasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to doRika-ti-tika-ti-tinOne day when she had nothing to do,She cut her baby brother in twoAnd served him up as an Irish stewAnd invited the neighbors in, bors inInvited the neighbors in
And when at last the police came byRika-ti-tika-ti-tinAnd when at last the police came by,Her little pranks she did not denyDo to so she would have had to lieAnd lying she knew was a sin, a sinLying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolongSing rika-ti-tika-ti-tinMy tragic tale I won't prolongAnd if you do not enjoy my songYou've yourselves to blame if it's too longYou should never have let me begin, begin.You should never have let me begin.<
