Текст песни Garth Brooks - The Thunder Rolls (LONG)
Garth Brooks - The Thunder Rolls (LONG) слова песни
Three thirty in the morning, Not a soul in sight, The city`s lookin` like a ghost townOn a moonless summer night. Raindrops on the windshield, There`s a storm moving in. He`s headin` back from somewhereThat he never should have been. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls. Every light is burnin` In a house across town. She`s pacin` by the telephoneIn her faded flannel gown. Askin` for miracle, Hopin` she`s not right, Prayin` it`s the weather That`s kept him out all night.And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls. (Chorus)The thunder rollsAnd the lightnin` strikes.Another love grows cold On a sleepless night, As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls. She`s waitin` by the window When he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him Thankful he`s alive But on the wind and rainA strange new perfume blows And the lightnin` flashes in her eyesAnd he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls *chorus* (THIRD VERSE) She runs back down the hallway Through the bedroom door She reaches for the pistolKept in the dresser drawer Tells the lady in the mirror He won`t do this againCause tonight will be the last timeShe`ll wonder where he`s been