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Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days (from Born In The U.S.A. Live: London 2013)

Rock

سال2019

دورانیہ5m

ابھی دیکھیں

7.7

Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band performing "Glory Days" at the Hard Rock Calling festival in London, 2013. Listen to Bruce Springsteen: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/listenYD Pre-Order the Legendary 1979 No Nukes Concerts: http://brucespringsteen.lnk.to/NoNukes Watch the full Born In The U.S.A. concert: https://Springsteen.lnk.to/BITUSA35 Subscribe to the official Bruce Springsteen YouTube Channel: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/subscribe Follow Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band: Facebook: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/follow Instagram: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/follow Twitter: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/follow Website: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/follow Spotify: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/follow YouTube: https://BruceSpringsteen.lnk.to/subscribe Lyrics: I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in, he was walking out We went back inside sat down had a few drinks But all he kept talking about was Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Well there's a girl that lives up the block Back in school she could turn all the boys' heads Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times She says when she feels like crying She starts laughing thinking about Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight And I'm going to drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it But I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture A little of the glory of, well time slips away And leaves you with nothing mister but Boring stories of Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory