Luyện nghe bài hát Hoover Street

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

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

Now see poor Mario, he 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 of kids who don't wanna 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 and frail
And a few weeks of promises and attempts to

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

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

Two packs of
For two dollars and seventy
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 up and cheered for him
Everyone sat with something that happened
Began to
It's an old dorm mystery
And the handcuffs

a glass-pipe murder
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