歌词
And now I know
现在我知道了
西班牙哈莱姆区不仅仅是个漂亮的词
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
我以为我知道
但现在我知道纽约市的玫瑰树从不生长
I thought I knew
直到你看到这个垃圾桶梦想成真
你站在边缘，而人们却从你身上碾过
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
还有我要感谢上帝
那里儿有像你这样的人
Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true
我感谢上帝
那里有像你这样的人
You stand at the edge while people run you through
而蒙娜丽莎和疯狂的帽匠
银行家之子，律师之子
And I thank the Lord
转过身来，向黑夜说声早安
因为除非他们看到天空
There's people out there like you
但他们不能，这就是为什么
他们不知道外面是黑暗还是光明
I thank the Lord
这个百老汇有
There's people out there like you
有很多歌曲要歌唱
如果我知道我可以加入曲子
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
噢，我一个人去
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
种我自己的
我自己的种子将在纽约播种
Turn around and say good morning to the night
地铁不可能让好人下去
有钱人会骑马，流浪汉会淹死
For unless they see the sky
我感谢上帝
赐予我想找到的人
But they can't and that is why
我感谢上帝
赐予我想找到的人
They know not if it's dark outside or light
噢
而蒙娜丽莎和疯狂的帽匠
This Broadway's got
银行家之子，律师之子
转过身来，向黑夜说声早安
It's got a lot of songs to sing
因为除非他们看到天空
但他们不能，这就是为什么
If I knew the tune I might join in
他们不知道外面是黑暗还是光明
现在我终于知道了
Oh, and go my way alone
西班牙哈莱姆区不仅仅是个漂亮的词
我以为我知道
Grow my own
但现在我知道纽约市的玫瑰树从不生长
My own seeds shall be sown in New York City
直到你看到这个垃圾桶梦想成真
你站在边缘，而人们却从你身上碾过
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
我感谢上帝
那里儿有像你这样的人
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
我感谢上帝
And I thank the Lord
那里有像你这样的人
而蒙娜丽莎和疯狂的帽匠
For the people I have found
银行家之子，律师之子
转过身来，向黑夜说声早安
I thank the Lord
因为除非他们看到天空
For the people I have found
但他们不能，这就是为什么
他们不知道外面是黑暗还是光明
Oh
他们不知道外面是黑暗还是光明
While 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
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 City
Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true and
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you, yeah
I thank the Lord
There's people there like you, oh
While 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
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