Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

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

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

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

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

Give me your hungry, your your poor I'll piss on 'em
what the Statue of Bigotry 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 boulevard
going out, to the boulevard
He's down, on the dirty boulevard
out

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

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

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

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

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