(Giacomo Puccini - LA BOHEME) O soave fanciulla, o dolce viso. di mite circonfuso alba lunar. in te, vivo ravviso il sogno. ch'io vorrei sempre sognar! Ah! tu sol comandi, amor!. Fremon gi
In NewYork freedom looks like. Too many choices. In NewYork I found a friend. To drown out the other voices Voices on a cell phone. Voices from home. Voices of the hard sell. Voices down a
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today. I want to be a part of it, NewYork, NewYork. These vagabond shoes are longing to stray. Right through the very heart of it, NewYork, NewYork I want
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today. I want to be a part of it. NewYork, NewYork. These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray. Right through the very heart of it. NewYork, NewYork I
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today. I want to be a part of it. NewYork, NewYork. These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray. Right through the very heart of it. NewYork, NewYork I
NewYork strip. Gully rock a scully with a NewYork fit Yeah, I'm on my NewYork *. Run up in The Tunnel, catch a NewYork vick. O. D. B. reppin' NewYork sick. *, you want the truth, take a
