Highway to Hell — AC/DC | текст песни — пойте с оригиналом

Living easy, loving free. Season ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be. Taking everything in my stride. Don't need reason, don't need rhyme. Ain't nothing I'd rather do. Going down, party time. My friends are gonna be there too. Yeah. I'm on the highway to hell. On the highway to hell. Highway to hell. I'm on the highway to hell. No stop signs, speed limit. Nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, I'm gonna spin it. Nobody's gonna mess me around. Hey, Satan, paying my dues. Playing in a rocking band. Hey, mama, look at me. I'm on my way to the Promised Land. Whao! I'm on the highway to hell. Highway to hell. I'm on the highway to hell. Highway to hell. Mm. Don't stop me. Ah, ah, ooh. I'm on the highway to hell. On the highway to hell. I'm on the highway to hell. On the highway to- Highway to hell. I'm on the highway to hell. Highway to hell. Highway to hell. Highway to hell. Highway to hell. Highway to hell. And I'm going down all the way. On the highway to hell.