Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

Pedro out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without
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 brought up on knees
it's hard to run when a coat beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of older and killing the old man
but that's a slim he's going to the boulevard

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

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

me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
that's what the of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's 'em to death
and get it over with and just '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 a bright night
an opera at Lincoln Center
movie stars arrive by
The klieg lights shoot up the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Streets

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

And back at the Wilshire, sits there dreaming
he's 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 want to fly, dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from boulevard
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty

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