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The Streets Of New York - The O'Neill Brothers (奥尼尔兄弟)[00:00:00]
I was 18yrs old when[00:00:08]
I went down to dublin with a fistful[00:00:10]
Of money and a cartload of dreams[00:00:13]
Take your time said me father[00:00:17]
Stop rushing like hell and remember all is not what it seems to be[00:00:19]
For there's fellas that would cut ye for the coat on yer back[00:00:26]
Or the watch that you got from your mother so take care me old bucko[00:00:30]
And mind yourself well give this wee note to me brother[00:00:35]
At the time uncle benjy was a policeman in brooklyn[00:00:42]
And me father the youngest looked after the farm[00:00:46]
When a phonecall from america said[00:00:51]
'Send the lad over'[00:00:53]
You fella said 'sure wouldn't do[00:00:55]
Any harm' spent me life working this dirty old ground[00:00:58]
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound[00:01:04]
And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see[00:01:08]
You can bring it back home make it easy on me[00:01:12]
So i landed in kennedy and a big yellow taxi[00:01:26]
Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain[00:01:30]
My poor heart was thumpin around with excitement[00:01:35]
And i hardly even heard what the driver was sayin[00:01:39]
We came in the shore parkway to the faltlands of brooklyn[00:01:44]
To me uncle's apartment on east 53rd[00:01:48]
I was feeling so happy i was humming a song and[00:01:53]
I sang you're as free as a bird[00:01:58]
To shorten the story what[00:02:01]
I found out that day was that[00:02:03]
Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray[00:02:06]
And while i was flying my way to new york[00:02:10]
Poor benjy was lying in a cold city morgue[00:02:13]
I phoned up the old fella told him the news[00:02:19]
Tell he could[00:02:23]
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me[00:02:24]
'Go ahead with the plans[00:02:29]
And not to forget be a proud irish man'[00:02:31]
So i went to nellies beside fordham road[00:03:17]
And i started to learn about lifting the load[00:03:21]
But the heaviest thing that i carried that year[00:03:26]
Was the bittersweet thought of my hometown so dear[00:03:30]
I went home that december 'cause the oul fella died[00:03:36]
Had to borrow the money from phil on the side[00:03:40]
All the brught flowers and brass couldn't hide[00:03:45]
The poor wasted face of me father[00:03:49]
I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth[00:03:53]
And into my bag stuck[00:03:58]
A handful of earth then i boarded a train and i caught me a plane[00:03:59]
And i found meself back in the us again[00:04:07]
It's been 22yrs since[00:04:11]
I've set foot in dublin[00:04:13]
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork[00:04:16]
But i'll never forget the green grass and the rivers[00:04:22]
As i keep law and order in the streets of new york[00:04:27]