Luyện nghe bài hát Beat Street

Beat Breakdown, Raah!
Hip Hop!

Beat
The of the beat
You see him rocking that beat across the street
And Huh Huh!
Beat Street is a too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!

Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you
And if the was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can in peace and harmony
And where murals on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!
I never knew art til I saw your and there'll never be one to take your place
'Cause each and every time you touch the spray can
Michelangelo's soul controls hand
Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills head
of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the good die young it's all thy must
as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for the state of of the beautiful lady that you left behind
In love and alone, but now dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!
More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a father to your only son
But now who's gonna make sure that fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?
Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful in the islands genes?
When your of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing
Bums on the sidewalk, in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete
The ladies on the corner are their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party
I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running in the town of the neon light
You play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!
You gotta make something outta at all
I'm sitting in the learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school
They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick
The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man wiser than me
You're the of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my on the railroad track
I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space
There's gotta be a better for you and me
pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye
Some people gotta die to be free
You search for justice and what do you
You find just us on the line
You find just us sweating from to dusk
There's no justice, Huh, just us, Ha!
Still urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls
A million dollar only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all
So after this there'll be no hard times, no more bad times and no more pain
No more chump change, none of that
Just movies, museums and the hall of
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's it to the top where we belong
'Cause the age of the Beat Street is here
Everybody let's along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')
And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')
'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')
Raah!

A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man Man!'
Extra! Extra! Read all the bad on the war for peace that everybody would lose
The rise and fall, the great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire
The ruthless struggle, the gamble
The game that left the world in shambles
The cheats, the lies, the
And the attempt to conquer the skies
in space, and what is it worth, huh?
The president forgot about Earth
Spending multi billions, and even trillions
The cost of weapons ran into
There's in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their faces, they're living mice
And the houses even make the look nice, Huh!
The tastes funny, it's forever too sunny
And they work all month and don't make no
A for power, a nuclear shower
And people out in the darkest hour
Of sights and voices unheard
And the bomb gets the last word
Christians killed Muslims, and Germans Jews
And everybody's are used and abused, Huh!
Minds are and souls are polluted
Superiority complex is deep
Leeches and lice's, and got prices
control the self-righteous
Nothing is sacred and nothing is
So the revelation of is our cure
and Caesar, Custer and Reagan
Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and
Ghengis Khan and the of Iran
with the blood of the weaker man
The peoples in terror, the leaders made the
And now they even look in the mirror
'Cause we gotta suffer things get rougher
And the reason why we got to get tougher
To learn from the past and work for the
And don't be a slave to no
'Cause the Children of Man the land
And the future of the world is in hands
So just your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't
And if you that you're the future
it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')
'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')
Raah!

Beat Street
Raah!
Hip Hop!