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Streets Of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen

with์šฉ๊ด‘๋กœ 2018. 12. 4. 12:01
    I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell what I felt. ๋ฉ ๋“ค๊ณ , ์–ป์–ด ๋งž์•„๋„.. ๋Š๋‚€ ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋งํ• ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†๋„ค์š” I was unrecognizable to myself. ๋‚œ.. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์—‡์ธ์ง€๋„ ์•Œ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ... Saw my reflection in a window I didn't know my own face. ๋‚˜ ์กฐ์ฐจ ์•Œ์•„๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๋‚ด ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์ฐฝ๊ฐ€์— ๋น„์ถ”๋„ค์š” Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away. ์˜ค, ๋‹น์‹  ์กฐ์ฐจ๋„.. ๋‚  ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ตฐ์š”... on the streets of Philadelphia. ํ•„๋ผ๋ธํ”ผ์•„์˜ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์œ„์—... I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑท๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ์กฐ์ฐจ.. ๋Š๊ปด์ง€์ง€ ๋ชปํ• ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€.. ๊ณ„์†.. ๊ฐ”์–ด์š”. I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone. ๋ฉ€์–ด์ ธ๊ฐ€๋Š” ํฌ๋ฏธํ•ด์ ธ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋“ค๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ .. At night I could hear the blood in my veins. ๋ฐค์€.. ๋‚˜์˜ ๋งฅ๋ฐ•์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋งŒ ๋“ค๋ ค์ฃผ์—ˆ์ฃ ... Just as black and wispering as the rain. ๋น„๋Š” ์–ด๋‘์šด ์œ ํ˜น์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋‚ด๋ ค ์˜ค๋„ค์š”.. on the streets of Philadelphia. ํ•„๋ผ๋ธํ”ผ์•„์˜ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์œ„์—... Ain't no angel gonna greet me. ์ฒœ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋งž์ดํ•˜๋Ÿฌ ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”.. It's just you and I my friend. ๋‹น์‹ ๊ณผ ๋‚˜.. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋“ค์„.. And my clothes don't fit me no more. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚ด ์˜ท์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋งž์ง€ ์•Š๋„ค์š”... I walked a thousand miles. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑธ์–ด์˜จ 1000๋งˆ์ผ์ด just to slip this skin. ๋งˆ์น˜ ํ”ผ๋ถ€์— ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋“ฏ... The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake. ๋ฐค์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ฐพ์•„์™€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊นจ์›Œ์š” I can feel myself fading away. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋Š๊ปด์ง€๋„ค์š” So receive me brother with your faithless kiss or will we leave each other alone like this. ๊ทธ๋ž˜..๋‹น์‹ ๋“ค์˜ ๊ฑฐ์ง“ ํ‚ค์Šค๋Š” ํ˜ผ์ž ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค ๋‘์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๋‹ค๋Š” ๋“ฏ.. ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์‹ธ์•ˆ๋„ค์š”.. on the streets of Philadelphia. ํ•„๋ผ๋ธํ”ผ์•„์˜ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์œ„์—์„œ..