Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Fortunate Son
Bruce Springsteen - Fortunate Son слова песни
Some folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, theyre red, white and blueAnd when the band plays "hail to the chief"They point the cannon right at youIt aint me, it aint meI aint no senators sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate sonSome folks are born silver spoon in handLord they dont help themselvesBut when the taxman comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage saleIt aint me, it aint meI aint no millionaires sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate sonSome folks inherit star spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to warAnd when you ask them "how much should we give ? "They only answer more! more! more!It aint me, it aint meI aint no militarys sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate one, no noIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate son