835. Frank Sinatra - New York | Текст песни

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• 835. Frank Sinatra
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Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it,
New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
right through the very heart of it,
New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
and find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
These little town blues are melting away.
I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York.
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York.
New York
New York, New York.
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
and find I'm a number one, top of the list.
These little town blues are melting away.
I'll make a brand new start of it
in old New York.
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York,
New York.

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