Song | Brooklyn Blues |
Artist | Barry Manilow |
Album | The Songs 1975-1990 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jack Feldman/Bruce Sussman/Barry Manilow | |
Lyrics:Bruce Sussman/Jack Feldman Music:Barry Manilow | |
Vocal:Barry Manilow/Tom Scott | |
See I flew in from the West Coast | |
Just the other day. | |
Yes, I flew in from the West Coast | |
and we circled J.F.K. | |
The movie ended and I pulled up the shade, | |
looked out the window while the Muzak played. | |
But in my head I'm singin', | |
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. | |
Oh, yea. | |
When you're growin' up in Brooklyn | |
the Bridge is like a friend. | |
Said when you're growin' up in Brooklyn | |
that Bridge is sure your friend. | |
Because that river, looks a hundred miles wide | |
when all your dreams are on the other side, | |
and that can start you singin' | |
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. | |
Oh, yea. | |
Now I've got myself some money | |
a mansion in Bel-aire. | |
Yes I've spent a lot of money | |
and I've been most everywhere. | |
But still there's somethin' missin' I've got to find, | |
a part of me I must've left behind, | |
that makes a guy start feelin', | |
feelin' those Brooklyn Blues. | |
My my | |
I've sung love songs to a princess | |
more than once or twice. | |
I've sung rock 'n' roll in Paris, | |
jazz in paradise. | |
But there's a song of mine I couldn't have sung, | |
a tune I started back when I was young. | |
Now I've come home to finish, | |
finish my Brooklyn Blues | |
My Brooklyn Blues |
zuo qu : Jack Feldman Bruce Sussman Barry Manilow | |
Lyrics: Bruce Sussman Jack Feldman Music: Barry Manilow | |
Vocal: Barry Manilow Tom Scott | |
See I flew in from the West Coast | |
Just the other day. | |
Yes, I flew in from the West Coast | |
and we circled J. F. K. | |
The movie ended and I pulled up the shade, | |
looked out the window while the Muzak played. | |
But in my head I' m singin', | |
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. | |
Oh, yea. | |
When you' re growin' up in Brooklyn | |
the Bridge is like a friend. | |
Said when you' re growin' up in Brooklyn | |
that Bridge is sure your friend. | |
Because that river, looks a hundred miles wide | |
when all your dreams are on the other side, | |
and that can start you singin' | |
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. | |
Oh, yea. | |
Now I' ve got myself some money | |
a mansion in Belaire. | |
Yes I' ve spent a lot of money | |
and I' ve been most everywhere. | |
But still there' s somethin' missin' I' ve got to find, | |
a part of me I must' ve left behind, | |
that makes a guy start feelin', | |
feelin' those Brooklyn Blues. | |
My my | |
I' ve sung love songs to a princess | |
more than once or twice. | |
I' ve sung rock ' n' roll in Paris, | |
jazz in paradise. | |
But there' s a song of mine I couldn' t have sung, | |
a tune I started back when I was young. | |
Now I' ve come home to finish, | |
finish my Brooklyn Blues | |
My Brooklyn Blues |
zuò qǔ : Jack Feldman Bruce Sussman Barry Manilow | |
Lyrics: Bruce Sussman Jack Feldman Music: Barry Manilow | |
Vocal: Barry Manilow Tom Scott | |
See I flew in from the West Coast | |
Just the other day. | |
Yes, I flew in from the West Coast | |
and we circled J. F. K. | |
The movie ended and I pulled up the shade, | |
looked out the window while the Muzak played. | |
But in my head I' m singin', | |
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. | |
Oh, yea. | |
When you' re growin' up in Brooklyn | |
the Bridge is like a friend. | |
Said when you' re growin' up in Brooklyn | |
that Bridge is sure your friend. | |
Because that river, looks a hundred miles wide | |
when all your dreams are on the other side, | |
and that can start you singin' | |
singin' the Brooklyn Blues. | |
Oh, yea. | |
Now I' ve got myself some money | |
a mansion in Belaire. | |
Yes I' ve spent a lot of money | |
and I' ve been most everywhere. | |
But still there' s somethin' missin' I' ve got to find, | |
a part of me I must' ve left behind, | |
that makes a guy start feelin', | |
feelin' those Brooklyn Blues. | |
My my | |
I' ve sung love songs to a princess | |
more than once or twice. | |
I' ve sung rock ' n' roll in Paris, | |
jazz in paradise. | |
But there' s a song of mine I couldn' t have sung, | |
a tune I started back when I was young. | |
Now I' ve come home to finish, | |
finish my Brooklyn Blues | |
My Brooklyn Blues |