Nhạc sĩ: Bruce Springsteen
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore Your eyes are tied and there's someone at your door You realize you wanna let go And the weak lies and cold walls you embrace Eat at your insides and leave you stranded face to face With streets of fire, streets of fire, streets of fire I'm wandering, a loser down the tracks And I'm blind, but babe I can't go back Ghosts in the darkness, I hear somebody call my name When you realize, hell, that you're just tired and it's all lies But I'm strung out on a white cross With streets of fire, streets of fire, streets of fire Fire! I live now only with strangers I talk to Only strangers I walk with Angels that have no place Don't look at my face I'm coming out of a place But I'm strung out on a white cross With streets of fire, streets of fire, streets of fire Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Streets! Streets! Streets! Streets! Streets!