Текст песни berg matraca - That Train Don`t Run
berg matraca - That Train Don`t Run слова песни
He ran hard, he ran fastA fallen angel on a weekend passNever looked forward, never looked backA blaze of glory down a one way trackI hear the whistleI hear the rumbleAnd at two a.m. outside my doorMust be your memoryRattlin` the shuttersThat train don`t run by here no moreOh yeah, we were rollin` in the wild, wild daysHe kept on going and I changed my waysNow I`m a good girl, I do what`s rightStill sometimes in the middle of the nightI hear the whistleI hear the rumbleAnd at two a.m. outside my doorMust be your memoryRattlin` the shuttersThat train don`t run by here no moreI lie and listen to the last boxcarSweet dreams baby, wherever you areWherever you areYeah, I hear the whistleI hear the rumbleAnd at two a.m. outside my doorMust be your memoryRattlin` the shuttersThat train don`t run by here no moreNo moreNo moreThat train don`t runThat train don`t run by here no more