Spanish Harlem - Ben E. King
Written by：Jerry Leiber/Phil Spector
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It in the special one it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
Then looks down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then my lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
