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- Композиторы:
- Wendy Waldman
- Bill Miller
- Жанры:
- Folk
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Bill Miller - Текст песни Broken Bottles
About three miles up that run down road
There's an old town dump with some fool's gold
And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal
And what one soul lost I'd always find
And it's wild what some folk leave behind
But a poor boys dreams can always make it real
Because I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claim
I threw stones at broken bottles
Took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rain
While drivin' through the promised land
Out there in the driftin' sand
I saw a boy, he looked at lot like me
As I rolled my window down
I yelled across that one-horse town
I said, ?Don't give up boy, you've got the right to dream?
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Because I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claim
I threw stones at broken bottles
I took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rain
Because I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't claim
I threw stones at broken bottles
And I took what this life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it shine
When others make it rain
About three miles up that run down road
There's an old town dump with some fool's gold
And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal