אין גירסה קלה
הצג גם אקורדים
| And now I know |
| Spanish Harlem are not |
| Just pretty words to say |
| I thought I knew |
| But now I know that |
| Rose trees never grow |
| In New York City |
| Until you've seen |
| This trash can dream come true |
| You stand at the edge |
| While people run you through |
| And I thank the Lord |
| There's people out there like you |
| I thank the Lord |
| There's people out there like you |
| While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters |
| Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers |
| Turn around and say |
| Good morning to the night |
| For unless they see the sky |
| But they can't and that is why |
| They know not if it's dark |
| Outside or light |
| This Broadway's got |
| It's got a lot of songs to sing |
| If I knew the tunes I might join in |
| I go my way alone |
| I grow my own |
| My own seeds shall be sown |
| In New York City |
| Subway's no way |
| For a good man to go down |
| Rich man can ride |
| And the hobo he can drown |
| And I thank the Lord |
| For the people I have found |
| I thank the Lord |
| For the people I have found |
| While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters |
| Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers |
| Turn around and say |
| Good morning to the night |
| For unless they see the sky |
| But they can't and that is why |
| They know not if it's dark |
| Outside or light |
| And now I know |
| Spanish Harlem are not |
| Just pretty words to say |
| I thought I knew |
| But now I know that |
| Rose trees never grow |
| In New York City |
| Subway's no way |
| For a good man to go down |
| Rich man can ride |
| And the hobo he can drown |
| And I thank the Lord |
| For the people I have found |
| I thank the Lord |
| For the people I have found |
| And now I know |
| Spanish Harlem are not |
| Just pretty words to say |
| I thought I knew |
| But now I know that |
| Rose trees never grow |
| In New York City |
| Until you've seen |
| This trash can dream come true |
| You stand at the edge |
| While people run you through |
| And I thank the Lord |
| There's people out there like you |
| I thank the Lord |
| There's people out there like you |
| While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters |
| Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers |
| Turn around and say |
| Good morning to the night |
| For unless they see the sky |
| But they can't and that is why |
| They know not if it's dark |
| Outside or light |
| This Broadway's got |
| It's got a lot of songs to sing |
| If I knew the tunes I might join in |
| I go my way alone |
| I grow my own |
| My own seeds shall be sown |
| In New York City |
| Subway's no way |
| For a good man to go down |
| Rich man can ride |
| And the hobo he can drown |
| And I thank the Lord |
| For the people I have found |
| I thank the Lord |
| For the people I have found |
| While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters |
| Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers |
| Turn around and say |
| Good morning to the night |
| For unless they see the sky |
| But they can't and that is why |
| They know not if it's dark |
| Outside or light |
| They know not |
| If it's dark outside or light |
