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 - I Sold My Heart to The Junkman » Bruce Springsteen - No Need » Bruce Springsteen - Spanish Harlem » Bruce Springsteen - This Land Is Your Land » Bruce Springsteen - Fire » Bruce Springsteen - Chevrolet Deluxe » Bruce Springsteen - Out In The Street » Bruce Springsteen - Heartbreak Hotel » Bruce Springsteen - Trouble River » Bruce Springsteen - The Promise Ii » Bruce Springsteen - Stolen Car » Bruce Springsteen - Iceman » Bruce Springsteen - Paradise By The `C` » Bruce Springsteen - Rosalita » Bruce Springsteen - Devils and dust » Bruce Springsteen - Mans Job » Bruce Springsteen - Two Hearts in True Waltz Time » Bruce Springsteen - Something In The Night » Bruce Springsteen - Bobby Jean » Bruce Springsteen - Part Man, Part Monkey Рекомендуем скачать: » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Обломись » Руслан Бажин - Поэзии нужно лето... » Руслана - Кыш, кыш, кыш » Роберт Александров - Снова хмурится погода... » Рада и Терновник - Долги » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Снежили снеги в двадцатом веке по старой памяти... » Руки Вверх! - Прости » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - РўРµС‡РµС‚ Р СѓС‡РµР№ » Разное - Круто ты попал на Ти Ви » Раиса Абельская - Возок » Руслан Руф - Школьному товарищу » Руки Вверх! - Руки вверх » Руки Вверх! - Стоят подружки » Раиса Нурмухаметова - От белых мух до первых комаров » Русский размер - Нормальный вечер » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Поэт » Р”РјРёС‚СЂРёР№ Р‘РёР»Р°РЅ - РќРµ РћСЃС‚Р°РІР»СЏР№ РњРµРЅСЏ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Писала девочка стихи, стихи, стихи... » Русский размер - Вот и всё » Рада и Терновник - Игрушечные сны
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