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In Brooklyn Lyrics

Song In Brooklyn
Artist Al Stewart
Album Love Chronicles
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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Al Stewart
[00:02.52] "'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology'
[00:06.12] She said as she stepped on my instep
[00:10.32] 'I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine'
[00:18.60] Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
[00:22.53] She sat down to play on a doorstep
[00:26.22] Saying 'Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs'
[00:31.68] So I followed her into the black lands
[00:38.07] Where the window frames peel and flake
[00:42.24] And the old Jewish face behind the lace
[00:44.97] Even now trying to get to see what's cooking
[00:49.56] Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there's no-one looking
[00:57.99] And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn
[01:09.93] Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
[01:13.62] Confusion with landings and tunnels
[01:18.03] And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
[01:25.32] Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
[01:29.61] And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers
[01:32.64] Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings
[01:42.09] While outside in the black lands
[01:45.27] The violent day runs wild
[01:49.20] And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy
[01:51.36] Alleys while the cops go booking
[01:56.94] And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there's no-one looking
[02:01.29] And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn
[02:09.60] And oh, I'm back in the city again
[02:21.33] You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain
[02:29.67] She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies
[02:33.66] For coffee that tasted of hot dogs
[02:37.89] I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand'
[02:42.27] Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed
[02:49.17] Us with records and adverts for cat food
[02:53.40] And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand
[03:01.41] And outside in the black lands
[03:05.97] The evening came and went
[03:08.97] And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink
[03:11.43] Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in
[03:16.77] And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking
[03:24.30] And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn
[03:29.25] "
[00:00.00] zuo qu : Al Stewart
[00:02.52] "' Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology'
[00:06.12] She said as she stepped on my instep
[00:10.32] ' I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine'
[00:18.60] Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
[00:22.53] She sat down to play on a doorstep
[00:26.22] Saying ' Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs'
[00:31.68] So I followed her into the black lands
[00:38.07] Where the window frames peel and flake
[00:42.24] And the old Jewish face behind the lace
[00:44.97] Even now trying to get to see what' s cooking
[00:49.56] Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there' s noone looking
[00:57.99] And its eighty degrees and I' m down on my knees in Brooklyn
[01:09.93] Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
[01:13.62] Confusion with landings and tunnels
[01:18.03] And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
[01:25.32] Where twentyfive Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
[01:29.61] And JewishItalian Pawnbrokers
[01:32.64] Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings
[01:42.09] While outside in the black lands
[01:45.27] The violent day runs wild
[01:49.20] And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy
[01:51.36] Alleys while the cops go booking
[01:56.94] And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there' s noone looking
[02:01.29] And it' s eighty degrees and I' m down on my knees in Brooklyn
[02:09.60] And oh, I' m back in the city again
[02:21.33] You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain
[02:29.67] She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies
[02:33.66] For coffee that tasted of hot dogs
[02:37.89] I said ' That' s OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand'
[02:42.27] Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed
[02:49.17] Us with records and adverts for cat food
[02:53.40] And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand
[03:01.41] And outside in the black lands
[03:05.97] The evening came and went
[03:08.97] And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink
[03:11.43] Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in
[03:16.77] And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking
[03:24.30] And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn
[03:29.25] "
[00:00.00] zuò qǔ : Al Stewart
[00:02.52] "' Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology'
[00:06.12] She said as she stepped on my instep
[00:10.32] ' I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine'
[00:18.60] Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
[00:22.53] She sat down to play on a doorstep
[00:26.22] Saying ' Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs'
[00:31.68] So I followed her into the black lands
[00:38.07] Where the window frames peel and flake
[00:42.24] And the old Jewish face behind the lace
[00:44.97] Even now trying to get to see what' s cooking
[00:49.56] Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there' s noone looking
[00:57.99] And its eighty degrees and I' m down on my knees in Brooklyn
[01:09.93] Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
[01:13.62] Confusion with landings and tunnels
[01:18.03] And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
[01:25.32] Where twentyfive Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans
[01:29.61] And JewishItalian Pawnbrokers
[01:32.64] Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings
[01:42.09] While outside in the black lands
[01:45.27] The violent day runs wild
[01:49.20] And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy
[01:51.36] Alleys while the cops go booking
[01:56.94] And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there' s noone looking
[02:01.29] And it' s eighty degrees and I' m down on my knees in Brooklyn
[02:09.60] And oh, I' m back in the city again
[02:21.33] You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain
[02:29.67] She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies
[02:33.66] For coffee that tasted of hot dogs
[02:37.89] I said ' That' s OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand'
[02:42.27] Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed
[02:49.17] Us with records and adverts for cat food
[02:53.40] And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand
[03:01.41] And outside in the black lands
[03:05.97] The evening came and went
[03:08.97] And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink
[03:11.43] Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in
[03:16.77] And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking
[03:24.30] And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn
[03:29.25] "
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