ترجمة: الموسيقى التصويرية (المسارات الأخرى) الموسيقى التصويرية. الفرقة الدولة [بروس سبرينغستين].
Father, i have come. To tell you about somethin' i done. Well as the night reared its light head Into a baby's sun, We rolled down into the town
I was born saved in heaven It was nothing like the promised land Raised in a good christian house Underneath a good christian hand I was schooled down
Jag vill vara din, Margareta Bara vara din, ska Du veta. Sta dar vid din dorr, kar som aldrig forr Men vagar inte ringa. Pulsarna dom branner sa heta
man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Well now his kisses may thrill Those other girls that
The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine Wieldin love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven Baseball cards
To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time For every purpose Under heaven A time to be born A time to die A time to
"Mrs McGraw," the seargent said, "would you like a soldier Of your son, Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat, Mrs McGraw wouldn't you like that
In Candy's room there are pictures of her heroes on the wall But to get to Candy's room you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall Strangers from the
Running down the highway half past eleven Waitin' for my odometer to roll straight sevens I'm a lucky man I went to see the gypsy the other night She
We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome some day Oh, deep in my heart I do believe We shall overcome some day We'll walk hand in hand
: I was born saved in heaven It was nothing like the promised land Raised in a good christian house Underneath a good christian hand I was schooled down
: Father, i have come. To tell you about somethin' i done. Well as the night reared its light head Into a baby's sun, We rolled down into the town
: Jag vill vara din, Margareta Bara vara din, ska Du veta. Sta dar vid din dorr, kar som aldrig forr Men vagar inte ringa. Pulsarna dom branner sa heta
: Running down the highway half past eleven Waitin' for my odometer to roll straight sevens I'm a lucky man I went to see the gypsy the other night She
: In Candy's room there are pictures of her heroes on the wall But to get to Candy's room you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall Strangers from
: "Mrs McGraw," the seargent said, "would you like a soldier Of your son, Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat, Mrs McGraw wouldn't you like
