Atlantic City - Jamie T.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
[00:00.104]Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
[00:04.442]Now they blew up his house, too
[00:08.627]Down on the boardwalk, they're gettin' ready for a fight
[00:13.136]Gonna see what them racket boys can do
[00:17.551]Now there's trouble bussin' in from out of state
[00:22.276]And the D.A. can't get no relief
[00:26.348]Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
[00:30.867]And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[00:35.301]Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
[00:39.921]But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
[00:44.461]Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
[00:48.917]And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[01:01.964]Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
[01:06.389]But I got debts that no honest man can pay
[01:10.805]So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
[01:15.182]And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
[01:19.401]Now, baby, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
[01:24.158]But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
[01:28.799]Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
[01:33.305]And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
[01:54.610]Now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
[01:59.145]But with you, forever, I'll stay
[02:03.482]We're going out where the sand's turnin' to gold
[02:07.802]Now put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's gettin' cold
文本歌词
作曲 : Bruce 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 bussin' in from out of 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 its teeth
Well, now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything 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, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold
But with you, forever, I'll stay
We're going out where the sand's turnin' to gold
Now put on your stockings, baby, 'cause the night's gettin' cold