Tác giả: Bruce Springsteen
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Chưa Biết
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man. I'd sit on his lap in the big old Buick and steer as we drove through town. He'd tousle my hair and say son take.
Tác giả: Bruce Springsteen
Ca sỹ thể hiện: Bruce Springsteen
I see you walking, baby, down the street. Pushing that baby carriage at your feet. I see the lonely ribbon in your hair. Tell me I am the man for whom you put it there. You never smile girl, you never speak. You just walk.