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The Wish

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  • 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
    作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
    Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen
    Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
    Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
    That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
    And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar
    I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
    I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
    The sound of your makeup case on the sink
    And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts
    And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
    If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
    You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through
    And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true
    Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you
    It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card
    It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
    I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
    We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance
    Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants
    Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
    Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday
    She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there
    And say what it was that I had to say
    Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us
    And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us
    Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen
    This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it
    It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play it
  • 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
    作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
    Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen
    Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
    Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
    That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
    And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar
    I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
    I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
    The sound of your makeup case on the sink
    And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts
    And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work
    If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
    You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through
    And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true
    Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just for you
    It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card
    It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
    I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
    We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance
    Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants
    Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
    Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday
    She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there
    And say what it was that I had to say
    Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar brought us
    And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us
    Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen
    This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it
    It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play it