sábado, 4 de agosto de 2012

BORN TO RUN / BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN / NIVEL 3




In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At ni
ght we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway, 9
C
hrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line
Oh, Bab
y this town rips the bones from your back
It'
s a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`C
ause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Yes, girl we were

Wend
y let me in I wanna be your friend
I
want to guard your dreams and visions
J
ust wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And
strap your hands 'cross my engines
Toge
ther we could break this trap
We'
ll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire
`C
ause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
B
ut I gotta know how it feels, its real
I
want to know if love is wild
Bab
e, I want to know if love is real

Oh, can you show me

Be
yond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Gi
rls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And
the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wa
nna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an
everlasting kiss

1-2-3-4!

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Toge
ther Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'
ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, Someday girl I don't know when
We'
re gonna get to that place
W
here we really wanna go
And we'
ll walk in the sun

B
ut till then tramps like us
Bab
y we were born to run

Oh, honey, tramps like us
Bab
y we were born to run

Com
e on with me, tramps like us
Bab
y we were born to run

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m-mm-mm-mm
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oh-oh-oh-oh
R
u-uh-uh-uh-un
M
m-mm-mm-mm
W
hoa-oh-oh-oh
W
hoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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uh-un…


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