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Letras:AC/DC. Hell's Bells.

I'm rolling thunder
I'm pouring rain
I'm coming on like a hurricane
my lightning's flashing across the sky
you're only young but you're gonna die
won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
nobody putting up a fight
take my bell take you to hell
satan get ya, satan get you
hells bells
hells bells, coming for you
hells bells, my temperature's high
hells bells, your gonna fry

I'll give you black sensation up and down your spine
if you're into evil you're a friend of mine
see the white light flashing as I split the night
good's on the left sticking to the right
won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
nobody's puttin' up a fight
take my bell take you to hell
satan get ya satan get you
hells bells
hells bells, we're coming for you
hells bells, my temperature's high
hells bells, you're gonna die

hells bells, satan coming to you
hells bells, across the sky
hells bells, we're taking you under
hells bells, your gonna fry
hells bells, we're taking you down
hells bells, underground
hells bells, gonna split the night
hells bells, no where to hide
those hells bells

hells bells