Livin’ On a Prayer
Once upon a time, not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day, working for her man
She brings home her pay, for love, mmm, for love
She says: We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Tommy's got his six string in hock, now he's holding in
When he used to make it talk so tough, ooh, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
"Baby, it's okay, someday"
We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
Oh, we've gotta hold on, ready or not
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa oh, livin’ on a prayer
Viviendo en una oración
Había una vez, no hace mucho tiempo
Tommy solía trabajar en los muelles, el sindicato estaba en huelga
Está pasando por un mal momento, es duro, muy duro
Gina trabaja todo el día en el diner, trabajando para su hombre
Trae a casa su salario, por amor, mmm, por amor
Ella dice: Tenemos que aferrarnos a lo que tenemos
No importa si lo logramos o no
Nos tenemos el uno al otro y eso es mucho amor
Lo intentaremos
Whoa, estamos a mitad de camino
Whoa oh, viviendo en una oración
Toma mi mano, lo lograremos, lo juro
Whoa oh, viviendo en una oración
Tommy empeñó su guitarra de seis cuerdas, ahora la está sosteniendo
Cuando solía hacerla sonar tan duro, ooh, es duro
Gina sueña con escapar
Cuando llora en la noche, Tommy susurra
Escrita por: Desmond Child / Jon Bon Jovi / Richard S. Sambora