Brooklyn Bridge — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Like the folks you meet on

Like to plant my feet on the brooklyn bridge

What a lovely view from

Heaven looks at you from the brooklyn bridge



I love to listen to the wind through her strings

The song that she sings for the town

I love to look up at the clouds in her hair

Shes learned to wear like a crown



If youve been a rover

Journeys end lies over the brooklyn bridge

Dont let no one tell you

Ive been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridge



All the folks in manhattan are sad

cause they look at her and wish they had

The good old brooklyn bridge



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If youve been a rover

Journeys end lies over the brooklyn bridge

Dont let no one tell you

Ive been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridge



Youll miss her most when you roam

`cause youll think of her and think of home

The good old brooklyn bridge