โหลดเพลง mp3 Thunder Road (Live at Warner Hollywood Studios, Los Angeles, CA - September 1992) - Bruce Springsteen

The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves

Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely

Hey that's me and I want you only

Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

Don't run back inside
Darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright

Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide `neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain

Waste your summer praying in vain

For a savior to rise from these streets

Well now I'm no hero
That's understood

All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey what else can we do now

Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair

Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back

Heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land

Oh oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Oh Thunder Road

Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run

Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold

Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk

And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away

They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street

Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

And in the lonely cool before dawn

You hear their engines roaring on

But when you get to the porch they're gone

On the wind so Mary climb in

It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win