New York, New York
New York, New York
Frank Sinatra
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 want to 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'm gonna 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
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
To find I'm a number one, head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap.
These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York.
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Comentarios
¡Qué alegría, amiga!
That´s the spirit!
Un abrazo y estamos en lo dicho: aunque quieran las circunstancias vencernos, parece como si no supieran ellas con que almas están tratando.
Yo también me voy a la calle en este momento, a recuperar las cosas que valen la pena.
:) todo mi cariño,
G.