Lirik 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 Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 song
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did everyone of them in, them in
She did everyone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide stew she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire.
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire.
And as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin, olin,
Playing a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones.
Rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davey Jones.
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do
Rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, bors in
Invited the neighbors in
And when at last the police came by
Rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny
Do to so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin, a sin
Lying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin.
You should never have let me begin.</td><
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did everyone of them in, them in
She did everyone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide stew she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire.
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire.
And as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin, olin,
Playing a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones.
Rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davey Jones.
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do
Rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, bors in
Invited the neighbors in
And when at last the police came by
Rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny
Do to so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin, a sin
Lying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong
Sing rika-ti-tika-ti-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin.
You should never have let me begin.</td><