Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

Pedro lives out of the Hotel
he looks out a window without
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his
his beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg

He's got 9 brothers and
they're brought up on knees
hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being and killing the old man
but that's a chance he's going to the boulevard

He's to end up, on the dirty boulevard
going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, to the dirty

This room 2,000 dollars a month
you can believe it man true
somewhere a landlord's laughing he wets his pants
No one here dreams of being a doctor or a or anything
dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to
and get it over with and dump 'em on the boulevard

Get to end up, on the dirty
going out, to the boulevard
He's going down, on the boulevard
out

Outside it's a bright
there's an opera at Lincoln
stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights up over the skyline of Manhattan
but the are out on the Mean Streets

A small kid stands by the Tunnel
he's selling plastic roses for a
The traffic's backed up to 39th
the TV whores are calling the out for a suck

And at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the and stares at the cracked ceiling
"At the of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"

And fly fly away, from dirty boulevard
I to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, dirty boulevard
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from boulevard

I to fly away
I to fly
Fly, fly
I to fly
away (Fly a-)
(-way, ooohhh...)
Fly-fly away (I to fly-fly away)
fly away (I to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)