Текст (слова) песни: Garth Brooks - The Thunder Rolls (LONG)
Three thirty in the morning, Not a soul in sight, The city`s lookin` like a ghost town On a moonless summer night. Raindrops on the windshield, There`s a storm moving in. He`s headin` back from somewhere That he never should have been. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls.
Every light is burnin` In a house across town. She`s pacin` by the telephone In her faded flannel gown. Askin` for miracle, Hopin` she`s not right, Prayin` it`s the weather That`s kept him out all night. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls.
(Chorus) The thunder rolls And the lightnin` strikes. Another love grows cold On a sleepless night, As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls.
She`s waitin` by the window When he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him Thankful he`s alive But on the wind and rain A strange new perfume blows And the lightnin` flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls
*chorus*
(THIRD VERSE) She runs back down the hallway To the bedroom door She reaches for the pistol Kept in the dresser drawer Tells the lady in the mirror He won`t do this again Cause tonight will be the last time She`ll wonder where he`s been
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