Текст песни 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.
1 Introduction
2 Voices, That's All
3 Pickle
4 Wagner At The Opera
5 Underground
6 Torturing James Hetfield
7 The Devil's Interval
8 Puccini Said
9 That Same So-So Tune
10 Singing Out The Days
11 You Don't Exist
12 The Song Collector
13 Missed
14 Ratatatay
15 New York Song
16 Dance, Idiot, Dance
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