Лучшие Треки для Дороги — Музло в Тачку

Rev. When we were kids, we built these roads. The wind in our hair, The summer unknown. They made us men with those red-hot stones. It seems we've grown, but there's no way to Know. I can hear them coming. I can hear them running. Oh, my God, they're coming. Do you hear them racing down the road? How they push their pedals to the floor? And you know, As long as they are racing, we have hope. They will have to lay me down to rest Before I slow. Do you hear them racing down the road? How they push their pedals to the floor? And you know, As long as they are racing, we have hope. They will have to lay me down to rest Before I slow. We're grown now, but we know the first one Home, It wins the road. Now I'm grown, but my mind still goes to Those who drive Down the road. I can hear them coming. I can hear them running. Oh, my God, they're coming. Do you hear them racing down the road? How they push their pedals to the floor? And you know, As long as they are racing, we have hope. They will have to lay me down to rest Before I slow. Do you hear them racing down the road? How they push their pedals to the floor? And you know, As long as they are racing, we have hope. They will have to lay me down to rest Before I slow.