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  • 作词 : B. Springsteen
    作曲 : B. Springsteen
    Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
    Now, they blew up his house, too
    Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
    Gonna see what them racket boys can do
    Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
    And the d.a. can't get no relief
    Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
    And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
    Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
    But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
    Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    And meet me tonight in atlantic city
    Well, i got a job and tried to put my money away
    But i got debts that no honest man can pay
    So i drew what i had from the central trust
    And i bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
    Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...
    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
    But with you forever i'll stay
    We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
    Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold
    And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
    But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
    Now, i been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
    Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
    Get caught on the wrong side of that line
    Well, i'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
    So, honey, last night i met this guy and i'm gonna
    Do a little favor for him
    Well, i guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...
  • 作词 : B. Springsteen
    作曲 : B. Springsteen
    Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
    Now, they blew up his house, too
    Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight
    Gonna see what them racket boys can do
    Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
    And the d.a. can't get no relief
    Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
    And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
    Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
    But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
    Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
    And meet me tonight in atlantic city
    Well, i got a job and tried to put my money away
    But i got debts that no honest man can pay
    So i drew what i had from the central trust
    And i bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
    Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...
    Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
    But with you forever i'll stay
    We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
    Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold
    And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
    But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
    Now, i been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
    Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
    Get caught on the wrong side of that line
    Well, i'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
    So, honey, last night i met this guy and i'm gonna
    Do a little favor for him
    Well, i guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...

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