No puedo escuchar esta canción y no pensar en mi
juventud, y en la discoteca "Cristal" de Luanco, el pueblecito costero asturiano
donde veraneaba. La bailábamos como locas mis amigas y yo. Una canción de 1986... que habla de
vivir en una plegaria.
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
For love
She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause 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
Wooah
We're half way there
Woah-oh
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it
I swear, livin' on a prayer
Tommy got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk
So tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby
It's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause 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
ooah
We're half way there
Woah-oh
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Woah-oh
Livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
