| Song | Tokyo (Live) |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Bound For Glory 1973 (Live) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruce Springsteen | |
| 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen | |
| The hook hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai | |
| The firemen were returning home screaming "Banzai" | |
| And the reindeers played games | |
| And got hurt in the rain | |
| As I listened to the broadcast | |
| Oh, blow me down now, Tokyo, 'cause I'm sinkin' fast | |
| Oh oh oh oh yeah | |
| Yeah, the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st was getting ready to go | |
| I said, "Padre, do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?" | |
| He said, "You can try Rosa Lee | |
| Around the corner and across the sea | |
| Ooh, word's out that she's fast" | |
| Well, then bust me down now, Rosie, 'cause I'm sinkin' fast | |
| Yeah yeah yeah oh yeah | |
| Oh ooh yeah | |
| And the cats are sure getting fat down in the train yard | |
| The sandman brings them dreams to ship out in boxcars | |
| The union says, "hold | |
| Break out the dice and the gold" | |
| It's lunchtime at last | |
| Whoa, stage Mama says, "George Raft's tonight on the late show" | |
| She sits straddling a kitchen chair, really gung-ho | |
| She shivers with chills | |
| Wet with her slot car thrills | |
| Hypnotically lost in the glass | |
| And the sunrise and we all sighed | |
| As we watch the credits pass | |
| Oh, and the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over Sleepy Town | |
| The garbage truck vigilantes were out making their last rounds | |
| The inheritor sipped beer | |
| And made fun of the queer | |
| Threatening to kick his ass | |
| But the bell rings, a horn blows | |
| Pump that gas | |
| Oh, pumping gas, ooh ooh yeah |
| zuo ci : Bruce Springsteen | |
| zuo qu : Bruce Springsteen | |
| The hook hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai | |
| The firemen were returning home screaming " Banzai" | |
| And the reindeers played games | |
| And got hurt in the rain | |
| As I listened to the broadcast | |
| Oh, blow me down now, Tokyo, ' cause I' m sinkin' fast | |
| Oh oh oh oh yeah | |
| Yeah, the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st was getting ready to go | |
| I said, " Padre, do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?" | |
| He said, " You can try Rosa Lee | |
| Around the corner and across the sea | |
| Ooh, word' s out that she' s fast" | |
| Well, then bust me down now, Rosie, ' cause I' m sinkin' fast | |
| Yeah yeah yeah oh yeah | |
| Oh ooh yeah | |
| And the cats are sure getting fat down in the train yard | |
| The sandman brings them dreams to ship out in boxcars | |
| The union says, " hold | |
| Break out the dice and the gold" | |
| It' s lunchtime at last | |
| Whoa, stage Mama says, " George Raft' s tonight on the late show" | |
| She sits straddling a kitchen chair, really gungho | |
| She shivers with chills | |
| Wet with her slot car thrills | |
| Hypnotically lost in the glass | |
| And the sunrise and we all sighed | |
| As we watch the credits pass | |
| Oh, and the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over Sleepy Town | |
| The garbage truck vigilantes were out making their last rounds | |
| The inheritor sipped beer | |
| And made fun of the queer | |
| Threatening to kick his ass | |
| But the bell rings, a horn blows | |
| Pump that gas | |
| Oh, pumping gas, ooh ooh yeah |
| zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen | |
| zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen | |
| The hook hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai | |
| The firemen were returning home screaming " Banzai" | |
| And the reindeers played games | |
| And got hurt in the rain | |
| As I listened to the broadcast | |
| Oh, blow me down now, Tokyo, ' cause I' m sinkin' fast | |
| Oh oh oh oh yeah | |
| Yeah, the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st was getting ready to go | |
| I said, " Padre, do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?" | |
| He said, " You can try Rosa Lee | |
| Around the corner and across the sea | |
| Ooh, word' s out that she' s fast" | |
| Well, then bust me down now, Rosie, ' cause I' m sinkin' fast | |
| Yeah yeah yeah oh yeah | |
| Oh ooh yeah | |
| And the cats are sure getting fat down in the train yard | |
| The sandman brings them dreams to ship out in boxcars | |
| The union says, " hold | |
| Break out the dice and the gold" | |
| It' s lunchtime at last | |
| Whoa, stage Mama says, " George Raft' s tonight on the late show" | |
| She sits straddling a kitchen chair, really gungho | |
| She shivers with chills | |
| Wet with her slot car thrills | |
| Hypnotically lost in the glass | |
| And the sunrise and we all sighed | |
| As we watch the credits pass | |
| Oh, and the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over Sleepy Town | |
| The garbage truck vigilantes were out making their last rounds | |
| The inheritor sipped beer | |
| And made fun of the queer | |
| Threatening to kick his ass | |
| But the bell rings, a horn blows | |
| Pump that gas | |
| Oh, pumping gas, ooh ooh yeah |