Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

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

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

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

It's a murder
Glass-pipe murder, oh
murder
It's a murder, oh yeah
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 and seventy cents
And a of wine that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a 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 up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down something that happened
to happen
It's an old school dorm
And the handcuffs

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