Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Million Stories

There are 8 million in the naked city

8 stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 stories

There are 8 million stories in the city
Some ice cold and without pity
About the streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and

Things that when it reaches dark
And all the things you about Central Park
You got to be down, you got to have
If you're gonna survive 110th

Well, it ain't no thing blood is spilled
The emergency is capacity filled
And nothin' ever as a big surprise
And the naked city closes its eyes

A new for every day
Told a different ways
That's how it is and how it goes
The with the 8 and six big O's

New York, you this is a crazy city, man
Word, skyscrapers,
And you just never who you might meet in this town
Yo, dig on my boys Run DMC

A young girl seemed to be weight
Her all thought it was the food she ate
attitudes were all la de da de
But little did they know a baby in the body

She tried to it but they'll soon know
Because sooner or that baby's got to show
Can her just accept that as a fact
it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack?

Then there's another girl, her is Vicki
The girl is but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine but then not very kind
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you

You wake up in the morning and feelin' blue
Because is gone and your money is too
more sinister than Peter Lorre
And is just two of 8 million stories

8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 million
8 stories, 8 million stories

8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 million
8 stories, 8 million stories

kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit street
Father unknown, astray
He learned about life the real way

pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold
all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the

Because he's a fresh kid and his long
Been the of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire, desire
They say can't put out this fire

Because he's a fresh kid, yeah alright
He up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
And you could measure or treasure
The thought that cocaine his pleasure

Peruvian rock never cut with
And he gets skied his nose would bleed
And was just one weakness, I must admit
Is that when he took a hit he could quit

Because he's one pusher livin' day by day
the crazy thing happened along the way
You he started to base at a hell of a pace
And now a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face

For twenty-four seven a terrible
Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the
He stayed alone all in the twilight zone
Just on a pipe like a dog on a bone

blue in the face by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his
But then he tried to stop but it never
And then the ladies calling him a freebase jerk

Just to break it all down, you he's not very slick
Because he spent all his money and he it real quick
He his car, his house, his friends, his wife
And cocaine made him lose his life

Because he bought some on and couldn't pay
And the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a of glory in his own territory
8 million sad but all stories

8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 million
8 stories, 8 million stories

8 million stories, 8 stories
8 stories, 8 million stories
8 stories, 8 million stories

Get down to the funky
Get down to the sound
Get down to the funky sound, get down,