Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

She's a immigrant, head through a thin walls
A frail hooker, holding her walls
Gleaming sky scraper he looked down
Laugh hysterically and he spread around

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

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

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

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

kick a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple things Mario feel better
You see it on you and it falls 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 like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging or me
He said, "It's who I am, baby, to it"
Off the deep end the changed

You see, no one stood up and for him
sat down with something that happened
Began to
It's an old school dorm
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 It's in the

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