Now there's many tales In many cities to tell And there's so many ways That that story is told There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto Where the rags and words lie still There's a room with a chair in the heart of the city But only memories sit there Princelet street in the heart of the ghetto Still Katz sells bags and strings Calling you back are the streets of the ghetto Climb the stairs where you're from There's a room at the top of the heart of the gheto Where the gypsy's been and gone Oh see them watching Oh streets always watching They're a watching now Oh see them watching Oh ghosts always watching They're a watching now Saying them prayers by edge of the city And now it's time to move on New voices talk in the heart of the ghetto Make a little money move on Memory thieves in the heart of the ghetto Don't want ghosts movin' on But the gypsy's on the loose in the heart of the city And now ya see he move on Oh see them watching Oh streets always watching They're a watching now Oh see them watching Oh ghosts always watching They're a watching now Listen to the street move on Letters and numbers move on Gypsy always move on See him there then he gone See him there then he gone Always got to move on See him there then he gone See him there then he gone Always got to move on Always got to move on Always got to move on Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com