Born to Run

I'm at a hot creep show Same old thing on the radio Who's that coming 'round Suffering popularity breakdown I can't it's funny that That I got stopped when I'm walking the streets Walking down streets, walking down paths With the kids in the back way

In the day we sweat it out On the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages on Highway 9 Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected And steppin' out over the line Oh, baby this town rips t

Tear drops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenu

I'm in way over my head, Can't the find sunset over me The mirror in front of my bed Sees the one I said I'd never be Try to escape from the storms, Spinning over like a hurricane Can't get away in the dark 'Cause I don't wanna leave without you now

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into town rolls up his p

Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks And tonight can you get us a ride Gotta make it through the tunnel Got a meeting with a man on the other side Hey Eddie, this guy, he's the real thing So if you want to come along You gotta promise you won't sa

Thunder Road(雷霆路) The screen door slams Mary's dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely 那扇纱窗门猛然紧闭 玛丽的连衣裙随风飘扬 就像一幅幻像--她穿梭于走廊翩翩起舞 随着收音机传来的是 罗伊·奥布森为寂寞而唱 Hey that's me and I want you only

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream白天我们在街头汗流浃背为了疯狂的美国梦 At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines夜晚我们开车从自我毁灭的机器中穿过壮丽的高楼大厦 Sprung from cages out on highway 9, 逃出牢笼来到9号公路 Chrome wheeled, fuel inject

With her killer graces and her secret places That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills me With her soft french cream Standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me