Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Million Stories

There are 8 stories in the naked city

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

are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without
About the mean streets and the ghetto
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and

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

Well, it no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is filled
And nothin' ever as a big surprise
And the naked city closes its eyes

A new story for day
a thousand different ways
That's how it is and that's how it
The city the 8 and six big O's

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

A young girl seemed to be weight
Her parents all it was the food she ate
Their attitudes 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 later that got to show
Can her Daddy just accept as a fact
That it the meals and it wasn't the snack?

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

You wake up in the morning and feelin' blue
Because Vicki is and your money is too
She's sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 stories

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

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

Fresh kid and the complete
on a dim lit ghetto street
Father unknown, astray
He learned about the real hard way

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

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

Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's
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 speed
And he skied until his nose would bleed
And that was one weakness, I must admit
Is that when he took a hit he could never

he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing along the way
You know he started to base at a hell of a
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 home alone all in the zone
Just on a pipe like a dog on a bone

Turnin' blue in the face by holdin' his
With the white bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to but it never worked
And then the ladies started calling him a jerk

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

he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him
In a blaze of glory in his own
8 sad but all real stories

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

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

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