Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Down

Oooh oooh, New York
Oooh oooh, New York
Grew up in a town,
That is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud
There are sirens all around
And the streets are mean
If I could make it here
I could make it anywhere
Thats what they say
Seeing my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down on Broadway
Even if it aint all it seems
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, Im from
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing you cant do
Now youre in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
On the avenue, there aint never a curfew
Ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot on the corner selling rock
Preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab
Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger
From more than an empty fridge
Im making by any means
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, Im from
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing you cant do
Now youre in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compared
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah , yeah yeah
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing youcant do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire youHear it for New York