Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Street

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