Текст (слова) песни: Garth Brooks - The Thunder Rolls
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 movin` 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
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
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
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