Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

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

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

distance, just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market has changed the weight of the scale
You get out and die or go to jail
And best intentions splinter and frail
And a few weeks of promises and to fail

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

kick a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple 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 wine that's been
And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body a bottle of CC
Not encouraging 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 with something that happened
to happen
It's an old school dorm
And the bleed

It's a murder
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