Lirik Lagu Nothing To Have - Uncle Ho
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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.
An uncanny sweetness seeps in throughA black speaker into me and you,Chasing the dust out of the things we wear.
We walked out of the dusk into the lightOf the promenade, side by side.Throwing stones into a fading day...
WE ARE SORTED OUT,IT MAKES ME ILL.I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEELTHERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,SOMETHING TO HAVE.
There is a curious glow that radiates calm.It's in the waves, it's in the dawn.It's in the cars crushed into squares of scrap.
Finding shy creatures under the stones.It's all part of the place called home.Can this be true, can such things be?
WE ARE SORTED OUT,IT MAKES ME ILL.I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEELTHERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,SOMETHING TO HAVE.
THERE WERE LOVED ONES,MACHINES THAT CLICK.THE END IS BITTER AND NOT AT ALL QUICK.THERE IS NOWHERE TO GET TO,NOTHING TO HAVE.
We walked out of the dusk into the lightOf the promenade, side by side.Throwing stones into a fading day...
WE ARE SORTED OUT,IT MAKES ME ILL.I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEELTHERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,SOMETHING TO HAVE.
There is a curious glow that radiates calm.It's in the waves, it's in the dawn.It's in the cars crushed into squares of scrap.
Finding shy creatures under the stones.It's all part of the place called home.Can this be true, can such things be?
WE ARE SORTED OUT,IT MAKES ME ILL.I WANT TO BURN, I WANT TO FEELTHERE IS SOMEWHERE TO GET TO,SOMETHING TO HAVE.
THERE WERE LOVED ONES,MACHINES THAT CLICK.THE END IS BITTER AND NOT AT ALL QUICK.THERE IS NOWHERE TO GET TO,NOTHING TO HAVE.
