Текст песни Carrie Underwood - The Bullet

Line of limousines leaves one by one, The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung, Black mascara's already run But the tears keep flowing. You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns, But mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons, Left a hole in her heart and it still ain't done, The bullet keeps on goin' Through every branch of his family tree, Every birthday that he'll never see, Every chance to live a good life that was stolen, Through the son, he'll never get to raise, His daughter on her wedding day Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'. Till every heart that's left to break is broken, The bullet keeps on goin'. The grass grows back around the stone, And friends stop checkin' in on the phone, The camera crews have all moved on, But the wound's still open, The bullet keeps on goin' Through every branch of his family tree, Every birthday that he'll never see, Every chance to live a good life that was stolen, Through the son, he'll never get to raise, His daughter on her wedding day Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'. Till every heart that's left to break is broken, The bullet keeps on goin'. Oh, whoa! Line of limousines leaving one by one, The prayers been prayed, the hymns been sung, Oh, mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons! The bullet keeps on goin' Through the son, he'll never get to raise, His daughter on her wedding day Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin'. Till every heart that's left to break is broken, The bullet keeps on goin', The bullet keeps on goin'.
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