Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

On Street, then he must be alone
The precious little kid 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
the lung, now he's done so God bless the man
Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever
To the last party of the 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 your best intentions and frail
And a few of promises and attempts to fail

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

They kick a bottle of 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 dollars and 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 stood up and for him
Everyone sat down with that happened
Began to
It's an old dorm mystery
And the handcuffs

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