Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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