| Song | The Angel |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | The Album Collection, Vol. 1 (1973 - 1984) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:00.87] | 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:01.75] | The Angel - Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:04.14] | The angel rides with hunch-backed children |
| [00:14.28] | Poison oozing from his engine |
| [00:24.62] | Wielding love as a lethal weapon |
| [00:35.15] | On his way to hubcap heaven |
| [00:45.54] | Baseball cards poked in his spokes |
| [00:55.37] | His boots in oil he's patiently soaked |
| [01:05.31] | The roadside attendant nervously jokes |
| [01:14.78] | As the angel's tires stroke his precious pavement |
| [01:24.39] | |
| [01:24.40] | The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes |
| [01:34.07] | In Volkswagen vans with full running boards |
| [01:38.86] | Dragging great anchors |
| [01:43.05] | Followin' dead-end signs into the sores |
| [01:53.19] | The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore |
| [02:05.80] | |
| [02:05.81] | Madison avenues claim to fame |
| [02:14.87] | In a trainer bra with eyes like rain |
| [02:24.64] | She rubs against the weather-beaten frame |
| [02:33.15] | And asks the angel for his name |
| [02:41.41] | Off in the distance the marble dome |
| [02:50.52] | Reflects across the flatlands |
| [02:54.54] | With a naked feel off into parts unknown |
| [03:00.81] | The woman strokes his polished chrome |
| [03:10.57] | And lies beside the angels bones |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:00.87] | zuo qu : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:01.75] | The Angel Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:04.14] | The angel rides with hunchbacked children |
| [00:14.28] | Poison oozing from his engine |
| [00:24.62] | Wielding love as a lethal weapon |
| [00:35.15] | On his way to hubcap heaven |
| [00:45.54] | Baseball cards poked in his spokes |
| [00:55.37] | His boots in oil he' s patiently soaked |
| [01:05.31] | The roadside attendant nervously jokes |
| [01:14.78] | As the angel' s tires stroke his precious pavement |
| [01:24.39] | |
| [01:24.40] | The interstate' s choked with nomadic hordes |
| [01:34.07] | In Volkswagen vans with full running boards |
| [01:38.86] | Dragging great anchors |
| [01:43.05] | Followin' deadend signs into the sores |
| [01:53.19] | The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore |
| [02:05.80] | |
| [02:05.81] | Madison avenues claim to fame |
| [02:14.87] | In a trainer bra with eyes like rain |
| [02:24.64] | She rubs against the weatherbeaten frame |
| [02:33.15] | And asks the angel for his name |
| [02:41.41] | Off in the distance the marble dome |
| [02:50.52] | Reflects across the flatlands |
| [02:54.54] | With a naked feel off into parts unknown |
| [03:00.81] | The woman strokes his polished chrome |
| [03:10.57] | And lies beside the angels bones |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:00.87] | zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:01.75] | The Angel Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:04.14] | The angel rides with hunchbacked children |
| [00:14.28] | Poison oozing from his engine |
| [00:24.62] | Wielding love as a lethal weapon |
| [00:35.15] | On his way to hubcap heaven |
| [00:45.54] | Baseball cards poked in his spokes |
| [00:55.37] | His boots in oil he' s patiently soaked |
| [01:05.31] | The roadside attendant nervously jokes |
| [01:14.78] | As the angel' s tires stroke his precious pavement |
| [01:24.39] | |
| [01:24.40] | The interstate' s choked with nomadic hordes |
| [01:34.07] | In Volkswagen vans with full running boards |
| [01:38.86] | Dragging great anchors |
| [01:43.05] | Followin' deadend signs into the sores |
| [01:53.19] | The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore |
| [02:05.80] | |
| [02:05.81] | Madison avenues claim to fame |
| [02:14.87] | In a trainer bra with eyes like rain |
| [02:24.64] | She rubs against the weatherbeaten frame |
| [02:33.15] | And asks the angel for his name |
| [02:41.41] | Off in the distance the marble dome |
| [02:50.52] | Reflects across the flatlands |
| [02:54.54] | With a naked feel off into parts unknown |
| [03:00.81] | The woman strokes his polished chrome |
| [03:10.57] | And lies beside the angels bones |