اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
silver Haired Man With A Guitar In His Hands
i Hear Him Echo Down The Street
singing To Me When He Sees Me Listening
so I Lay A Few Bucks At His Feet
it's Such A Waste, 'cause I Remember His Face
and Others Like Him All Around
the Suits And Ties Who'll See They Never Get Signed
don't Have The Guts To Shut 'em Down
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old Horses Put Out To Pasture
nowhere Left For Them To Go
too Old To Ride, Not Pretty To Show
they Might Have Had A Good Run
now Everybody Knows They're Just Old Horses
kind Of Reminds Me Of The Hollywood Grind
some Faded Actress Losing Heart
she Knows Her Lines, Gets 'em Perfect Every Time
but The Pretty Starlets Get The Parts
chours
and I Think, Where Do You Go When No One Needs You Anymore
and The World Declares Your Job Is Done
but There's Still Life In Your Bones, And Breath In Your Lungs
and Miles And Miles Left To Run
i Pass A Line Of Men Who Served Their Time
displaying Medals That They Earned
a Teary Eyed Vet Begged Me Not To Forget
they'd Gladly Take Another Turn.
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