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New York Streets
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I was 18yrs old when I went down to Dublin with a fistful Of money and a cartload of dreams "Take your time" said me father Stop rushing like hell and remember all is not what it seems to be For there's fellas that would cut ye for the coat on yer back or the watch that you got from your mother so take care me young bucko And mind yourself well and will ya give this wee note to me brotherAt the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn And me father the youngest, looked after the farm When a phonecall from America said 'Send the lad over' And the oul fella said 'Sure wouldn't do any harm' for I've spent me life working this dirty old ground For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see And you can bring it back home make it easy on meSo 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 thumpin around with excitement And I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin We came in the Shore Parkway to the faltlands of Brooklyn To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd I was feeling so happy I was humming 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 Benjy was shot down in an uptown foray and while I was flying my way to New York Poor Benjy was lying 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 plans And not to forget be a proud Irish man'So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road and i started to learn about lifting the load But the heaviest thing that I carried that year Was the bittersweet thought of my hometown so dear I went home that December 'cause the oul 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 fatherI sold up the oul 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 meself back in the US again It's been 22yrs 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.
Это интересно:Brian Carenard родился в городке Ньюбург, что в 100 километрах от Нью-Йорка. Его родители развелись и мальчик жил то с мамой, то с отцом, постоянно разъезжая между Нью-Джерси, Вирджинией и Бруклином. Неполные семьи - частое начало кривой дорожки. В 11 лет Брайан уже продавал марихуану на улице. Еще два года и бойкого парня принимают в банду. А еще через два пятнадцатилетний бандит начал стрелять. Это... продолжение
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