Gypsy Biker歌詞
  • 歌手:Bruce Springsteen
    歌詞出處:http://m.ssgv4xm.cn

    Bruce Springsteen - Gypsy Biker
    Lyrics by Kevin Boul @ LK歌詞組 Rock分隊(duì)
    The speculators made their money on the you shed
    Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed
    Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothes
    Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody knows
    We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
    Our gypsy biker coming home
    Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
    This old town's been rousted, which side you on?
    They would march up over the hill, this old fools parade
    Shouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the grace
    Ain't nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phone
    Gypsy biker coming home
    Whoa!
    We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline
    We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine
    The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home
    To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
    You asked me that question, I didn't get it right
    You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains
    Is my love for you brother, life's still unchanged
    To him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
    My gypsy biker's coming home
    And now I'm out countin' white lines
    Countin' white lines and getting stoned
    My gypsy biker's coming home
    Whoa!
    Lrc by Kevin Boul from LK Lyrics Group
  • [ti:Gypsy Biker]
    [ar:Bruce Springsteen]
    [al:Magic]
    [by:LK歌詞組kevinboul]
    [00:-2.00]Bruce Springsteen - Gypsy Biker
    [00:-1.00]
    [00:00.00]Lyrics by Kevin Boul @ LK歌詞組 Rock分隊(duì)
    [00:15.00]
    [00:15.19]The speculators made their money on the you shed
    [00:23.11]Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed
    [00:30.83]Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothes
    [00:38.37]Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody knows
    [00:45.70]We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome*
    [00:53.39]Our gypsy biker coming home
    [00:57.75]
    [01:00.38]Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone
    [01:08.51]This old town's been rousted, which side you on?
    [01:15.80]They would march up over the hill, this old fools parade
    [01:23.14]Shouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the grace
    [01:31.26]Ain't nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phone
    [01:38.66]Gypsy biker coming home
    [01:43.05]
    [01:45.75]Whoa!
    [01:46.34]
    [02:16.40]We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline
    [02:23.40]We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine
    [02:32.14]The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home
    [02:38.04]
    [02:46.31]To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right
    [02:54.34]You asked me that question, I didn't get it right
    [03:01.61]You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains
    [03:09.28]Is my love for you brother, life's still unchanged
    [03:17.23]To him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone
    [03:24.27]My gypsy biker's coming home
    [03:28.81]
    [03:32.00]And now I'm out countin' white lines
    [03:35.34]Countin' white lines and getting stoned
    [03:39.28]My gypsy biker's coming home
    [03:44.09]
    [03:46.45]Whoa!
    [03:46.96]
    [03:47.41]Lrc by Kevin Boul from LK Lyrics Group
    [04:31.21]