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 wanna wake up in that 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 ll 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 that city that never sleeps
And find I m king of the one, top of the list
King of the hill
A number one
These little town blues
Are melting away
I m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And,
If I can make it there
I m gonna make it anywhere
It s up to you
New York, New York, New York
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Categorias: Letras Frank Sinatra
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