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Video Karaoke The Streets of New York - Mike Denver

Este tema es una versión de The Streets of New York, que popularizó Mike Denver

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Tempo: variable (alrededor de 165 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: LA, SI♭, SI

Duración: 04:18 - Escuchar en: 02:06

Fecha de publicación: 2013
Géneros: Folk, Country, Céltico, En inglés
Compositor original: Liam Reilly

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Letra The Streets of New York

I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams
Take your time said me father stop rushing like hell
And remember all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellas would cut you for the coat on yer back
Or the watch that you got from your mother
So take care me young bucko and mind yourself well
Will ya give this wee note to my brother?
At the time uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest looked after the farm
When a phone call from
America said send the lad over
And the old fella said sure it wouldn't do any harm
For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
Sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
You can bring it back home make it easy on me
So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain
Well my poor heart was thumpin' around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin'
We came in the Shore Parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn
To my uncle's apartment on East fifty-third
I was feeling so happy
I was humming a song
And I sang you're as free as a bird
Well to shorten the story what I found out that day
Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me go ahead with the plan
And not to forget be a proud Irish man
So I went up to Nellies beside Fordham road
And I started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that December 'cos the old fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of my father
I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found myself back in the U.S. again
It's been twenty-two years since I've set foot in Dublin
My kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers
As I keep law and order on the streets of New York
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