Letras:
Andre Rieu New York Memories

let it happen, I had to change Couldn't stay all my life down at heel Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun So I chose freedom Running around, trying everything new

Oh when the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in) Oh when the saints go marching in I want to be in that

Our home is the u.s. of a may the stars and the stripes wave forever. We hornor the red white and blue a nation strong and true. You a grand old flag

WASHINGTON POST Get the news, the very latest news, the news you?ll never get from any other source, sir. The Washington Post is my newspaper The Washington

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo- Sos,