Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Street

Walking a dirty old street,
Singing an old incomplete.
My was sweet.
Then I came upon a group of lads
playing with real in a dirty old backyard.
How sad.
They were dressed in rags, or I'd say bags,
for hard to find a word to explain how sad.
Dirt their faces and in their hair,
made me think of all the these poor children bear.
No one cares.
No one cares.
On this little street
the things you
make you really wonder.
How can be something sweet
if no one the street.
This society really humanity.
Everything around will soon be to the ground.
How sad.
You may not believe, or you conceive,
there are streets like this in every town.
Undressed beast and blood thirty fleas
hanging around on doorstep.
But life goes on, life goes on, goes on.
On this little street
the things you
will you really wonder.
How can be something sweet
if no one the street.