Elton John — This Train Don't Stop There Anymore | караоке з текстом пісні

You may not believe it, but I don't believe in miracles anymore. And when I think about it, I don't believe I ever did for sure. All the things I've said in songs, all the purple prose you bought from me. Reality's just black and white, the sentimental things I write never meant that much to me. I used to be the main express, all steam and whistles headin' west, pickin' up my pain from door to door, ridin' on the story line, furnace burnin' overtime. But this train don't stop, this train don't stop, this train don't stop there anymore. You don't need to hear it, but I'm dried up and sick to death of love. And if you need to know it, I never really understood that stuff. All the stars and bleeding hearts, all the tears that well up in my eyes, never meant a thing to me, read 'em as they say and weep, I never felt enough to cry. I used to be the main express, all steam and whistles headin' west, pickin' up my pain from door to door, ridin' on the story line, furnace burnin' overtime. But this train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop there anymore. When I say that I don't care, it really means my engine's breakin' down. The chisel chips my heart again, the granite cracks beneath my skin, I crumble into pieces on the ground. I used to be the main express, all steam and whistles headin' west, pickin' up my pain from door to door, ridin' on the story line, furnace burnin' overtime. But this train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop there anymore. But this train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop. This train don't stop there anymore. Oh, yeah.