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 beats him 'cause too tired to beg

He's got 9 and sisters
they're brought up on knees
it's hard to run a coat hanger 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 going to end up, on the dirty
going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, to the boulevard

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

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

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

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

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

And at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
found a book on magic in a garbage can
He at the pictures and stares 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, from boulevard
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from 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)