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Bruce Springsteen - Death To My Hometown (Live Video)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Гитара
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Гитара
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Барабаны
Kevin Buell
Kevin Buell
Бэк-вокал
Charlie Giordano
Charlie Giordano
Аккордеон
Art Baron
Art Baron
Туба
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Скрипка
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Бэк-вокал
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Бэк-вокал
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Продюсер
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Продюсер
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Инженер
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Инженер
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Инженер
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Исполнительный продюсер
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Инженер
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Миксинг-инженер
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Ассистент инженера
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Ассистент инженера
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

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!
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