Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Brooklyn Bridge
Frank Sinatra - Brooklyn Bridge слова песни
Like the folks you meet onLike to plant my feet on the brooklyn bridgeWhat a lovely view fromHeaven looks at you from the brooklyn bridgeI love to listen to the wind through her stringsThe song that she sings for the townI love to look up at the clouds in her hairShes learned to wear like a crownIf youve been a roverJourneys end lies over the brooklyn bridgeDont let no one tell youIve been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridgeAll the folks in manhattan are sadcause they look at her and wish they hadThe good old brooklyn bridge<instrumental>If youve been a roverJourneys end lies over the brooklyn bridgeDont let no one tell youIve been tryin to sell you the brooklyn bridgeYoull miss her most when you roam`cause youll think of her and think of homeThe good old brooklyn bridge