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Wrecking Ball
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitare
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Guitare
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Batterie
Charlie Giordano
Charlie Giordano
Orgue
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Chœurs
Curt Ramm
Curt Ramm
Trompette
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Saxophone
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violon
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Chœurs
Lisa Lowell
Lisa Lowell
Chœurs
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Chœurs
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Chœurs
New York Chamber Consort
New York Chamber Consort
Cordes
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Production
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Production
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Ingénierie
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Ingénierie
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Ingénierie
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Ingénierie
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Ingénierie de mixage
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Production déléguée

Paroles

I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey Some misty years ago Through the mud and the beer, and the blood and the cheers I've seen champions come and go So if you got the guts mister, yeah, if you've got the balls If you think it's your time, then step to the line, and bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you've got Bring on your wrecking ball Now my home was here in the Meadowlands Where mosquitoes grow big as airplanes Here where the blood is spilled, the arena's filled, and Giants play the game So raise up your glasses and let me hear your voices call Because tonight all the dead are here, so bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Take your best shot, let me see what you've got Bring on your wrecking ball One, two, one-two-three-four! Yeah, we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here So hold tight to your anger Hold tight to your anger Hold tight to your anger, and don't fall to your fear Now when all this steel and these stories, they drift away to rust And all our youth and beauty, it's been given to the dust Game has been decided, and we're burning down the clock And all our little victories and glories, have turned into parking lots When your best hopes and desires, are scattered through the wind And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Yeah, just to come again Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you've got Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball (bring on your wrecking ball) Bring on your wrecking ball (bring on your wrecking ball) Come on and take your best shot Let me see what you've got, bring on your wrecking ball One, two, one-two-three-four!
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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