Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

Pedro lives out of the Hotel
he looks out a window glass
The walls are of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father him 'cause he's too tired to beg

got 9 brothers and sisters
they're up on their knees
it's hard to run when a coat beats you on the thighs
Pedro of being older and killing the old man
but that's a slim he's going to the boulevard

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

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

Give me your hungry, your tired 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 just dump 'em on the

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

Outside it's a night
an opera at Lincoln Center
movie stars by limousine
The klieg shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Streets

A small kid stands by the Lincoln
he's plastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to street
the TV whores are the cops out for a suck

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

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

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