文本歌词

Well they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
And they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
And the d a can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissions hangin'
On by the skin of his teeth
Now baby evrything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city
Now I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus
Baby evrything dies baby that's a fact
Maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city
Now our luck may died and our love may be cold
With you forever I'll stay
Goin' out to the sands turnin' to gold
Put on your stockins baby
Cause the nights getting cold
Evrything dies baby that's a fact
Maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Now I been looking for a job
But it's been hard to find
Down here it's honey winners and losers and don't
Get caught on the wrong side of that line
Tired of coming out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy
Lady everything dies that's a fact
Maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your make up on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city
And meet me tonight in atlantic city
And meet me tonight in atlantic city
Atlantic City - Ed Sheeran