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Tytuł: Thunder Road

  • Wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
  • Wy¶wietleń: 241
The screen door slams
  Mary's dress waves
  Like a vision she dances across the porch
  As the radio plays
  Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
  Hey that's me and I want you only
  Don't turn me home again
  I just can't face myself alone again
  Don't run back inside
  darling you know just what I'm here for
  So you're scared and you're thinking
  That maybe we ain't that young anymore
  Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
  You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
  Oh and that's alright with me
  
  You can hide `neath your covers
  And study your pain
  Make crosses from your lovers
  Throw roses in the rain
  Waste your summer praying in vain
  For a savior to rise from these streets
  Well now I'm no hero
  That's understood
  All the redemption I can offer, girl
  Is beneath this dirty hood
  With a chance to make it good somehow
  Hey what else can we do now
  Except roll down the window
  And let the wind blow back your hair
  Well the night's busting open
  These two lanes will take us anywhere
  We got one last chance to make it real
  To trade in these wings on some wheels
  Climb in back
  Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
  Oh oh come take my hand
  Riding out tonight to case the promised land
  Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
  oh Thunder Road
  Lying out there like a killer in the sun
  Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
  Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
  Thunder Road
  
  Well I got this guitar
  And I learned how to make it talk
  And my car's out back
  If you're ready to take that long walk
  >From your front porch to my front seat
  The door's open but the ride it ain't free
  And I know you're lonely
  For words that I ain't spoken
  But tonight we'll be free
  All the promises'll be broken
  There were ghosts in the eyes
  Of all the boys you sent away
  They haunt this dusty beach road
  In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
  
  They scream your name at night in the street
  Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
  And in the lonely cool before dawn
  You hear their engines roaring on
  But when you get to the porch they're gone
  On the wind, so Mary climb in
  It's a town full of losers
  And I'm pulling out of here to win.