Текст песни Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

We wanted to do a love song for New York City...

This is a song by Elton John

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

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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'll go my way alone

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