Letra de Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters (Remastered 2017)
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 CityUntil 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 youWhile Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or lightThis 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 I grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown, in New York CitySubway'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 foundWhile Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or lightAnd 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 CitySubway'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 foundWhile Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light They know not if it's dark outside or light