Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

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

He's got 9 brothers and
brought up on their 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 chance he's to the boulevard

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

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

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

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

Outside it's a bright
an opera at Lincoln Center
movie stars by limousine
The klieg lights 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 backed up to 39th street
the TV whores are the cops out for a suck

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there
he's found a book on in a garbage can
He at the pictures 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 dirty
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, dirty boulevard

I want to fly
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)