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Тексты песен Список исполнителейА  Б  В  Г  Д  Е  Ё  Ж  З  И  К  Л  М  Н  О  П  Р  С  Т  У  Ф  Х  Ц  Ч  Ш  Э  Ю  Я  A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z   Текст (слова) песни: Meat Loaf - Wasted Youth[spoken]: Wasted youth! Wasted youth! I remember everything! I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday I was barely seventeen, And I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome And a voice like a horny angel I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster But I do remember that it wasnt at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right power chords And the precise angle from which to strike The guitar bled for about a week afterward And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red The guitar bled for about a week afterward, But it rung out beautifully And I was able to play notes That I had never even heard before So I took my guitar, And I smashed it against the wall I smashed it against the floor I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader Smashed it against the hood of a car Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson The Harley howled in pain, The guitar howled in heat And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows Right up to the foot of their bed I raised the guitar high above my head And just as I was about to bring the guitar Crashing down upon the center of the bed, My father woke up, screaming "Stop!" "Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do ya think youre doin? Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!" And I said: "God Dammit Daddy! You know I love you, But you got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock n Roll" |
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