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The Streets Of New York

アーティスト:Wolfe Tones  アルバム:Spirit Of The Nation 

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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 fellows would cut you for the coat on your back Or the watch that you got from your mother So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well And will you give this wee note to me 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 ould fella said sure it wouldn't do any harm For I spoent my life working this dirty old ground For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see And 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 pumping around with excitement And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd 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


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