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Bruce Springsteen - Death To My Hometown (Live Video)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitare
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Guitare
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Batterie
Kevin Buell
Kevin Buell
Chœurs
Charlie Giordano
Charlie Giordano
Accordéon
Art Baron
Art Baron
Tuba
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violon
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Chœurs
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Chœurs
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Production
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Production
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Ingénierie
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Ingénierie
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Ingénierie
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Production déléguée
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Ingénierie
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Assistance d’ingénierie
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Oh, no cannonballs did fly, no rifles cut us down No bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the ground No powder flash blinded the eye, no deathly thunder sound But just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometown They brought death to my hometown No shells ripped the evening sky, no cities burning down No armies stormed the shores for which we'd die No dictators were crowned I awoke from a quite night, I never heard a sound Marauders raided in the dark and brought death to my hometown, buys Death to my hometown They destroyed our families' factories and they took our homes They left our bodies on the plains, the vultures picked our bones So listen up, my sonny boy, be ready for when they come For they'll be returning sure as the rising sun Now get yourself a song to sing and sing it 'til you're done Yeah, sing it hard and sing it well Send the robber barons straight to hell The greedy thieves who came around And ate the flesh of everything they found Whose crimes have gone unpunished now Who walk the streets as free men now Ah, they brought death to our hometown, boys Death to our hometown, boys Death to our hometown, boys Death to our hometown, whoa!
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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