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Have you seen the old man,
in the closed down market,
picking up the papers,
with his worn out shoes,
in his eyes you see no pride,
and hanging loosely at his side,
yesterdays paper,
telling yesterdays news,
so how can you tell me youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't shine,
well let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind,
And have you seen the old dear,
who walks the streets of london,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,
sheand's no time for talking,
she just keeps right on walking,
carrying her home,
in two carrier bags,
so how can you tell me youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't,
well let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind,
And in the all night cafe,
at a quarter past eleven,
same old man,
sitting there on his own,
and each tea lasts an hour,
and he wanders home alone,
so how can you tell me that youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't shine,
well let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind,
And have you seen the old man,
outside the seamanand's mission,
memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears,
and in the winter city,
the rain cries a little ditty,
one more forgotten hero,
and a world that doesnand't care,
so how can you tell me that youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't shine,
well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind.
¿Has visto al anciano,
en el cierre del mercado,
recoger los papeles,
con sus zapatos desgastados,
en sus ojos que no ven el orgullo,
y colgando a su lado,
ayer el papel,
contando las noticias de ayer,
Entonces, ¿cómo me puede decir youand're solitario,
y decir que para usted que el sol brille donand't,
y deja que te lleve de la mano,
y te llevará por las calles de Londres,
iand'll mostrar algo que te haga cambiar de opinión,
Y has visto a la vieja y querida,
que recorre las calles de Londres,
suciedad en el pelo y la ropa en harapos,
sheand hay tiempo para hablar,
ella sólo sigue a la derecha en pie,
llevar a su casa,
en dos bolsas,
Entonces, ¿cómo me puede decir youand're solitario,
y decir que para usted que el donand't sol,
y deja que te lleve de la mano,
y te llevará por las calles de Londres,
iand'll mostrar algo que te haga cambiar de opinión,
Y en la cafetería durante toda la noche,
a las once y cuarto,
el hombre de siempre,
sentado por su cuenta,
y cada uno te dura una hora,
y se pasea solo en casa,
Entonces, ¿cómo me puede decir que youand're solitario,
y decir que para usted
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Ralph McTell
Streets Of London
Streets Of London
Have you seen the old man,
in the closed down market,
picking up the papers,
with his worn out shoes,
in his eyes you see no pride,
and hanging loosely at his side,
yesterdays paper,
telling yesterdays news,
so how can you tell me youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't shine,
well let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind,
And have you seen the old dear,
who walks the streets of london,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,
sheand's no time for talking,
she just keeps right on walking,
carrying her home,
in two carrier bags,
so how can you tell me youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't,
well let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind,
And in the all night cafe,
at a quarter past eleven,
same old man,
sitting there on his own,
and each tea lasts an hour,
and he wanders home alone,
so how can you tell me that youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't shine,
well let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind,
And have you seen the old man,
outside the seamanand's mission,
memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears,
and in the winter city,
the rain cries a little ditty,
one more forgotten hero,
and a world that doesnand't care,
so how can you tell me that youand're lonely,
and say for you that the sun donand't shine,
well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london,
iand'll show you something to make you change your mind.
Ralph McTell
Calles de Londres
Calles de Londres
¿Has visto al anciano,
en el cierre del mercado,
recoger los papeles,
con sus zapatos desgastados,
en sus ojos que no ven el orgullo,
y colgando a su lado,
ayer el papel,
contando las noticias de ayer,
Entonces, ¿cómo me puede decir youand're solitario,
y decir que para usted que el sol brille donand't,
y deja que te lleve de la mano,
y te llevará por las calles de Londres,
iand'll mostrar algo que te haga cambiar de opinión,
Y has visto a la vieja y querida,
que recorre las calles de Londres,
suciedad en el pelo y la ropa en harapos,
sheand hay tiempo para hablar,
ella sólo sigue a la derecha en pie,
llevar a su casa,
en dos bolsas,
Entonces, ¿cómo me puede decir youand're solitario,
y decir que para usted que el donand't sol,
y deja que te lleve de la mano,
y te llevará por las calles de Londres,
iand'll mostrar algo que te haga cambiar de opinión,
Y en la cafetería durante toda la noche,
a las once y cuarto,
el hombre de siempre,
sentado por su cuenta,
y cada uno te dura una hora,
y se pasea solo en casa,
Entonces, ¿cómo me puede decir que youand're solitario,
y decir que para usted
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
