Red Line 4, Coursebook

22 twenty - two New York, by Naturally 7 Close to the edge, I’m like a bomb ticking slowly, just don’t push me if you know what’s good for you, I’m not that holy. I’m an island, I’m a rock, on an island made of rock. Concrete flowers, falling towers, to tell the time, who needs a watch? Ain’t that just like New York? Ain’t that just like TV? There’s nothin’ like New York, don’t you believe what you see. It’s like a jungle (it’s like a jungle), it’s like a jungle sometimes, (it’s like a jungle sometimes.) C (Chorus:) I got this love for New York, New York, but I don’t think that she knows. I said goodbye to New York, New York, but my heart won’t let her go. I’ve seen a few things, I’ve seen fire, I’ve seen rain, what I haven’t seen’s much sunshine. Through my window, shades of gray, baby’s crying, Mommy’s trying her very best to make ends meet, Daddy’s spot is on the corner, made at least three G’s last week. It’s like a jungle (it’s like a jungle), it’s like a jungle sometimes, (it’s like a jungle sometimes.) (Chorus) Naturally 7 20 25 5 10 15 1 Check-in Language Talkwise Text Wordwise Check-out Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des Verlags öbv