| Song | Something In The Night |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Darkness On The Edge Of Town |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
| I'm riding down Kingsley, | |
| figuring I'll get a drink | |
| Turn the radio up loud, | |
| so I don't have to think, | |
| I take her to the floor, | |
| looking for a moment when the world | |
| seems right, | |
| And I tear into the guts, | |
| of something in the night. | |
| You're born with nothing, | |
| and better off that way, | |
| Soon as you've got something they send | |
| someone to try and take it away, | |
| You can ride this road 'till dawn, | |
| without another human being in sight, | |
| Just kids wasted on | |
| something in the night. | |
| Nothing is forgotten or forgiven, | |
| when it's your last time around, | |
| I got stuff running 'round my head | |
| That I just can't live down | |
| When we found the things we loved, | |
| They were crushed and dying in the dirt. | |
| We tried to pick up the pieces, | |
| And get away without getting hurt, | |
| But they caught us at the state line, | |
| And burned our cars in one last fight, | |
| And left us running burned and blind, | |
| Chasing something in the night. |
| zuo ci : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| I' m riding down Kingsley, | |
| figuring I' ll get a drink | |
| Turn the radio up loud, | |
| so I don' t have to think, | |
| I take her to the floor, | |
| looking for a moment when the world | |
| seems right, | |
| And I tear into the guts, | |
| of something in the night. | |
| You' re born with nothing, | |
| and better off that way, | |
| Soon as you' ve got something they send | |
| someone to try and take it away, | |
| You can ride this road ' till dawn, | |
| without another human being in sight, | |
| Just kids wasted on | |
| something in the night. | |
| Nothing is forgotten or forgiven, | |
| when it' s your last time around, | |
| I got stuff running ' round my head | |
| That I just can' t live down | |
| When we found the things we loved, | |
| They were crushed and dying in the dirt. | |
| We tried to pick up the pieces, | |
| And get away without getting hurt, | |
| But they caught us at the state line, | |
| And burned our cars in one last fight, | |
| And left us running burned and blind, | |
| Chasing something in the night. |
| zuò cí : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| I' m riding down Kingsley, | |
| figuring I' ll get a drink | |
| Turn the radio up loud, | |
| so I don' t have to think, | |
| I take her to the floor, | |
| looking for a moment when the world | |
| seems right, | |
| And I tear into the guts, | |
| of something in the night. | |
| You' re born with nothing, | |
| and better off that way, | |
| Soon as you' ve got something they send | |
| someone to try and take it away, | |
| You can ride this road ' till dawn, | |
| without another human being in sight, | |
| Just kids wasted on | |
| something in the night. | |
| Nothing is forgotten or forgiven, | |
| when it' s your last time around, | |
| I got stuff running ' round my head | |
| That I just can' t live down | |
| When we found the things we loved, | |
| They were crushed and dying in the dirt. | |
| We tried to pick up the pieces, | |
| And get away without getting hurt, | |
| But they caught us at the state line, | |
| And burned our cars in one last fight, | |
| And left us running burned and blind, | |
| Chasing something in the night. |