Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

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

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

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

a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder, oh
murder
It's a murder, oh yeah
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 wine been opened
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 changed

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

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