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Video Karaoke Liedje Streets of New York - The Wolfe Tones

Deze opname is een cover van Streets of New York beroemd gemaakt door The Wolfe Tones

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Tempo: variabel (rond 52 BPM)

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: B♭, C

Tijdsduur: 04:44 - Preview aan: 03:33

Release datum: 1981
Genres: Keltisch, Folk, Engels
Originele schrijver: Liam Reilly

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Streets of New York

I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams
Take your time said me father
Stop rushin' like hell and remember all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellows would cut you for the coat on your back or the watch that you got from your mother
So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well and will you give this wee note to me brother
At the time uncle Benji was a policeman in Brooklyn and me father the youngest looked after the farm
When a phone call from America said Send the lad over and the old fella said
Sure it wouldn't do any harm
For I've spent my life workin' this dirty old ground for a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's somethin' you'll learn or you'll see and you can bring it back home
Make it easy on me
So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was pumpin' around with excitement and I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin'
We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn to my uncle's apartment on East Fifty-Third
I was feelin' so happy
I was hummin' a song and I sang You're as free as a bird
Well to shorten the story what I found out that day was that Benji got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flyin' my way to New York poor Benji was lyin' in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the old fella
Told him the news
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me
Go ahead with the plan
And not to forget
Be a proud Irishman
So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham Road and I started to learn about liftin' the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year was the bitter-sweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that December 'cos the old fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide the poor wasted face of me father
I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth and into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane and I found myself back in the U.S. again
It's been twenty-two years since I've set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers as I keep law and order in the streets of New York
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