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 - Across The Border » Bruce Springsteen - Janey Don`t You Lose Heart » Bruce Springsteen - Souls Of The Departed » Bruce Springsteen - Dry Lightning » Bruce Springsteen - After The Thunder » Bruce Springsteen - LET`S GO TONIGHT (JOHNNY BYE BYE) » Bruce Springsteen - The Angel » Bruce Springsteen - You Gotta Fight » Bruce Springsteen - Boom Boom Boom » Bruce Springsteen - Follow That Dream » Bruce Springsteen - When The Lights Go Out » Bruce Springsteen - Over The Rise » Bruce Springsteen - Many Rivers to Cross » Bruce Springsteen - Ballad of The SelfLoading Pistol » Bruce Springsteen - Hold On » Bruce Springsteen - High Hopes » Bruce Springsteen - The Ballad of The Architect Angel » Bruce Springsteen - MY FATHER`S HOUSE » Bruce Springsteen - Aint Got You » Bruce Springsteen - Leavin` train Рекомендуем скачать: » Цыганова Вика - Я ехала домой » Цыганова Вика - Тетя Роза » Центр, Василий Шумов - Это самое » Цветомузыка - Слишком громко играет музыка » Цыганова Вика - Братья-славяне » Цветомузыка - Три аккорда (Как Земфира) » Цыганова Вика - Жизнь моя беспутная » Цыганова Вика - Облака » Центр, Василий Шумов - Несмотря на тишину » Цыганова Вика - Балалайка-зараза » Цыганова Вика - Любовь и смерть » Цветомузыка - Зачем тебе » Цветы - Мы желаем счастья вам » Цветомузыка - Зачем тебе такой красивый » Цыганова Вика - Жаль » Цыганова Вика - Шофера » Цыганова Вика - Пара гнедых » Центр, Василий Шумов - Голографический имидж » Цветомузыка - Цветомузыка » Цыганова Вика - Помянем
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