โหลดเพลง mp3 The Angel - Bruce Springsteen

The Angel - Bruce Springsteen
The angel rides with hunch-backed children,

poison oozing from his engine

Wielding love as a lethal weapon,

on his way to hubcap heaven

Baseball cards poked in his spokes,

his boots in oil he's patiently soaked

The roadside attendant nervously jokes as

the angels tires strokes his precious pavement

The interstates choked with nomadic

hordes in volkswagen vans with full
running boards dragging great anchors

Followin dead-end signs into the sores

The angel rides by humping

his hunk metal whore

Madison avenues claim to fame in a
trainer bra with eyes like rain

She rubs against the weather-beaten frame

and asks the angel for his name

Off in the distance the marble dome

reflects across the flatlands with a
naked feel off into parts unknown

The woman strokes his polished chrome

and lies beside the angels bones