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Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Гитара
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Гитара
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Барабаны
Charlie Giordano
Charlie Giordano
Орган
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Бэк-вокал
Curt Ramm
Curt Ramm
Труба
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Саксофон
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Скрипка
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Бэк-вокал
Lisa Lowell
Lisa Lowell
Бэк-вокал
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Бэк-вокал
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Бэк-вокал
New York Chamber Consort
New York Chamber Consort
Струнные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Продюсер
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Продюсер
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Инженер
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Инженер
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Инженер
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Инженер
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Миксинг-инженер
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Ассистент инженера
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Исполнительный продюсер

Слова

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!
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