Текст (слова) песни: Bruce Springsteen - The Hitter

Come to the door ma and unlock the chain.

Well I was just passin through and got caught in the rain.

Theres nothing that I want, nothin that you need say.

Just let me lie down a while and Ill be on my way.

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the southern queen.

With the police on my back I fled to new orleans.

Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made.

And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade.

Baton rouge, ______, and lafayette town.

They payed me the moon, ma, to knock the man down.

Well I did what I did, yeah it come easily.

For as know ma, restraint and mercy were always strangers to me.

I fought champion jack thompson in a field full of mud.

Rain poured through the tent canvas and mixed with our blood.

In the twelfth, slipped my tounge over my broken jaw.

And I pounded his body into the floor.

Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on.

til I felt my glove leather slip tween his skin and bone.

And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track.

The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black.

I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets.

Well I took my good share, ma, I have no regrets.

I took the fixed staid hombre with big diamond don. (? ? ? )

Well from high in the rafters I watched myself fall.

He raised his arms, stomach twisted, and the sky it went black. (? ? ? )

I stuffed my bag with their good money, ma, and never looked back.

Understand me and my, every man plays the game.

Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name.

My life, my face, now you dont recognize.

Well just open the door and look into your dark eyes.

I ask of you nothin, not a kiss not a smile.

Just open the door and let me lie down for a while.

Now the gray rain is fallin and my ring fightins done.

So in the work fields and alleys, I take them wholl come.

If youre a better man than me then just step to the line.

Show me your money and speak out your crime.

Theres nothin I want, ma, nuthin that you need say.

Just let me lie for a while and Ill be on my way.

Well tonight in stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt.

I move to the center and take off my shirt.

I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, no time can erase.

I move hard to the left and I strike to the face.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bruce Springsteen - The Hitter Come to the door ma and unlock the chain. Well I was just passin through and got caught in the rain. Theres nothing that I want, nothin that you need say. Just let me lie down a while and Ill be on my way. I was no more than a kid when you put me on the southern queen. With the police on my back I fled to new orleans. Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made. And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade. Baton rouge, ______, and lafayette town. They payed me the moon, ma, to knock the man down. Well I did what I did, yeah it come easily. For as know ma, restraint and mercy were always strangers to me. I fought champion jack thompson in a field full of mud. Rain poured through the tent canvas and mixed with our blood. In the twelfth, slipped my tounge over my broken jaw. And I pounded his body into the floor. Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on. til I felt my glove leather slip tween his skin and bone. And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track. The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black. I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets. Well I took my good share, ma, I have no regrets. I took the fixed staid hombre with big diamond don. (? ? ? ) Well from high in the rafters I watched myself fall. He raised his arms, stomach twisted, and the sky it went black. (? ? ? ) I stuffed my bag with their good money, ma, and never looked back. Understand me and my, every man plays the game. Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name. My life, my face, now you dont recognize. Well just open the door and look into your dark eyes. I ask of you nothin, not a kiss not a smile. Just open the door and let me lie down for a while. Now the gray rain is fallin and my ring fightins done. So in the work fields and alleys, I take them wholl come. If youre a better man than me then just step to the line. Show me your money and speak out your crime. Theres nothin I want, ma, nuthin that you need say. Just let me lie for a while and Ill be on my way. Well tonight in stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt. I move to the center and take off my shirt. I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, no time can erase. I move hard to the left and I strike to the face. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Hitter: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/533.html Все тексты песен: Bruce Springsteen » Bruce Springsteen - Sweet Soul Music » Bruce Springsteen - This Little Girl » Bruce Springsteen - Mansion On The Hill » Bruce Springsteen - The rising » Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Philadelphila » Bruce Springsteen - Frankie » Bruce Springsteen - ELOUISE (to the Tune of Growin` Up) » Bruce Springsteen - Stand on It » Bruce Springsteen - One Step Up » Bruce Springsteen - SELL IT AND THEY WILL COME » Bruce Springsteen - My Beautiful Reward » Bruce Springsteen - Like a Rolling Stone » Bruce Springsteen - Prodigal Son » Bruce Springsteen - Arabian Nights » Bruce Springsteen - SAVIN` UP » Bruce Springsteen - Fortunate Son » Bruce Springsteen - Ramrod » Bruce Springsteen - Trapped Again » Bruce Springsteen - Rosalita » Bruce Springsteen - I Want You Рекомендуем скачать: » Мария Булат - Синий снег » Майк Науменко, Зоопарк - Звезда рок-н-ролла » Михаил Сипер - Детская песенка » Михаил Башаков - Медита » Михаил Щербаков - Призвав решительность и сторогость... » Михаил Трегер - Дайте пожить, будто вволю напиться... » Марк Мерман - На будущий год в Ерушалайме » Михаил Щербаков - Три брата » Мин-Нет - Никто не знает » Михаил Щербаков - Варьете » М.Веселов - Тонем » Михаил Шуфутинский - В шумном балагане » Монокини - До свидания » Маша и медведи - Любочка » Михаил Шуфутинский - Таганка » Михаил Кочетков - Ночная хроника » Михаил Карпачев - Праздники » Михаил Карпачев - Что тебя привело ко мне?.. » Михаил Володин - На вокзале » Михаил Шуфутинский - Налей, Сергей
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