Empire State of Mind (part II) Songtext
von Alicia Keys
Empire State of Mind (part II) Songtext
Ooh, New York
Ooh, New York
Grew up in a town
That is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around
And the streets are mean
If I could make it here
I could make it anywhere, that′s what they say
Seein' my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down on Broadway
Even if it ain′t all it seems I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can′t do
Now you′re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew
Ladies work so hard
Such a meltin′ pot on the corner sellin' rock
Preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab takes me down
From Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger
For more than an empty fridge
I′ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There′s nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin′ pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There′s nothing you can't do
Now you′re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York
Ooh, New York
Grew up in a town
That is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around
And the streets are mean
If I could make it here
I could make it anywhere, that′s what they say
Seein' my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down on Broadway
Even if it ain′t all it seems I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can′t do
Now you′re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew
Ladies work so hard
Such a meltin′ pot on the corner sellin' rock
Preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab takes me down
From Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger
For more than an empty fridge
I′ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There′s nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin′ pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There′s nothing you can't do
Now you′re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York
Writer(s): Janet Andrea Sewell, Bert Keyes, Sylvia Robinson, Shawn C. Carter, Alicia Augello Cook, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Angela Ann Hunte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com