Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Bruce Springsteen - Thunder road ------------------------------------------ The screen door slams Maryīs dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey thatīs me and I want you only Donīt turn me home again I just canīt face myself alone again Donīt run back inside darling you know just what Iīm here for So youīre scared and youīre thinking That maybe we ainīt that young anymore Show a little faith, thereīs magic in the night You ainīt a beauty, but hey youīre alright Oh and thatīs alright with me You can hide īneath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Well now Iīm no hero Thatīs understood All the redemption I can offer, girl Is beneath this dirty hood With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair Well the nightīs busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back Heavenīs waiting on down the tracks Oh oh come take my hand Riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey I know itīs late we can make it if we run Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold Thunder Road Well I got this guitar And I learned how to make it talk And my carīs out back If youīre ready to take that long walk >From your front porch to my front seat The doorīs open but the ride it ainīt free And I know youīre lonely For words that I ainīt spoken But tonight weīll be free All the promisesīll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn You hear their engines roaring on But when you get to the porch theyīre gone On the wind, so Mary climb in Itīs a town full of losers And Iīm pulling out of here to win