martes, 24 de agosto de 2010

Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken down.




Oh, new york
Oh, new york.

Grew up in a town
That is famous as a place
Of movie scenes.

Noise is always loud
There are sirens all around
And the streets are mean.

If i could make it here
I could make it anywhere
That's what they say.

Seeing my face in lights
Or my name in marquees
Found down on broadway.

Even if it ain't all it seems
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, i'm from.

New york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in new york.

These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for new york
New york, new york.

On the avenue
There ain't never a curfew
Ladies work so hard.

Such a melting pot
On the corner selling rock
Preachers pray to god.

Hail a gypsy cab
Takes me down from harlem
To the brooklyn bridge.

Someone sleeps tonight
With a hunger for more than
An empty fridge.

I'm going make it by any means
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, i'm from.

New york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in new york.

These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for new york
New york, new york.

One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in the world that youcompared
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah, yeah.

New york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in new york.

These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for new york.