Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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