Luyện nghe bài hát Balboa Park

He lay his underneath the freeway
As the evening sky grew
Took a sniff of toncho from his can
And headed through Park
Where the men in Mercedes
nightly to employ
In the San Diego evening
The services of the boys

He grew up near the Zona
the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with
He swallowed their balloons of
Brought 'em across to the Twelfth Street
Sleeping in a
If the got too cold
Runnin' the migra
Of the patrol

Past the salvage yard the train tracks
And in the storm drain
stretched their blankets out 'neath the freeway
And each one a name
There was and Cochise
Little Spider his sneakers covered in mud
They come north to
End up with the in their blood

He did what he had to for the
Sometimes he sent what he could spare
The went to high-top sneakers and toncho
And jeans like the gavachos

One night the border patrol swept Street
A big car come fast down the
Spider stood caught in its
Got hit and went down
As the car sped Spider held his stomach
Limped to his blanket the underpass
Lie there his own blood on his tongue
Closed his eyes and to the cars
by so fast