paroles de chanson New York Song - Chumbawamba
First
time
in
New
York,
just
seventeen
In
a
motel
full
of
poets,
drunks
and
Queens.
I
walk
the
city
streets
into
the
Night
to
see
Manhattan
in
the
early
Morning
light.
On
the
corner
of
a
Street
they
laugh
and
talk,
the
young
Men
watch
me
coming,
block
my
walk;
They
see
me
slow
right
down
- they
Know
I
don't
belong.
Then
all
at
once
...
they
all
break
into
song.
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