Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin
A frail hooker, her carnal walls
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he down
Laugh hysterically and then he spread

On Hoover Street, he must be alone
The precious little kid the woes
Salvadorian girl, she of made you spill
Her brother got shot four times in the head

Now see Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the lung, now he's so God bless the man
Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever
To the party of the lower class

Even distance, just a bunch of who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place has changed the of the scale
You either get out and die or go to
And your best splinter and frail
And a few weeks of promises and attempts to

It's a murder
murder, oh yeah
Glass-pipe
It's a glass-pipe murder, oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh

They a bottle of beer and a letter
things made Mario feel better
You see it falls on you and it on me
Self-annihilation,

Two packs of
For two and seventy cents
And a bottle of that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a of CC
Not reality or me
He said, "It's who I am, baby, to it"
Off the deep end the record

You see, no one up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down with something that
Began to
It's an old dorm mystery
And the handcuffs

It's a glass-pipe
murder, oh yeah
Glass-pipe
It's a glass-pipe murder, oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh

Who was the killer? in the

Oh yeah, oh
Oh yeah, oh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh