Al Stewart

Al Stewart

In Brooklyn
Composição de (Al Stewart)
Verse:1 
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'Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology,' 
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She said as she stood on my instep, 
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'I could show you New York with a walk between 
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Fourth Street and Nine.' 
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Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas 
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She sat down to play on a doorstep saying 
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'Come back to my place I will show you the stars 
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and the signs'. 

Pre-Chorus:1   
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So I followed her into the black lands 
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Where the window frames peel and flake 
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And the old Jewish face behind the lace 
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Even now trying to get to see what's cooking 
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Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid 
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thinking there's no-one look  i   ng. 


[Refrão]
G A7 G A7 And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees D Bm D Bm in Brooklyn. verse 2: D F#m Bm D Her house was a dusty collection of rusty G A7 D Confusion with landings and tunnels F#m Bm F#m Bm And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and A7 things D F#m Bm Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan D Mohicans G A7 D And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers F#m Bm F#m Bm Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the A Em A7 wings Pre-Chorus:2 Bm D While outside in the black lands Bm D The violent day runs wild G And the black and white minstrelsrun through the crazy alleys G A7 While the cops go booking G And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and A7 D A7 D there's no-one look i ng
[Refrão]
G A7 G And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my A7 D Bm knees in Brooklyn. Bridge: Bm6 G Dmaj7 Bm And oh, I'm back in the city again. Bm6 G You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand F#7sus4 A7 in the rain.... Verse: 3 D F#m Bm D She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies G A7 D For coffee that tasted of hot dogs F#m Bm F#m Bm I said 'That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and A7 just grand' D F#m Bm D Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed us with G A7 D Records and adverts for cat food F#m Bm F#m And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the Bm A Em A7 palm of my hand Pre-Chorus:3 Bm D And outside in the black lands Bm D The evening came and went G And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink G Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get A7 a foot in G And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a G A7 D A7 D mattress with the new moon look i ng.
[Refrão]
G A7 G And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my A7 D Bm G D knees in Brooklyn.....

Enviado por: Victor Borges

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