Luyện nghe bài hát Colors

Walking in the
Alone late at
New York gangs
Everywhere in
You feel their anger you
You feel hatefull eyes
Walk a little now
You're fighting for your
As they walk on
A sign that you board
You've come this far, no turning
We hope you it too
expect, sympathy
We don't know, the
You walked my turf,
But in this you die
Your is wasted
Your is tasted
As it drips the blade
You make it
You couldn't it
You walked the you paid
Your money's
clothes they're torn
You're lying in a pool of
You know leaving
We watch you
But in place you die
Don't sympathy
We know the word
You walked my turf,
But in place you die