Luyện nghe bài hát In The Ghetto

As the flies
On a cold and gray Chicago
A poor little child is born
In the (in the ghetto)

And his mama
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't
It's hungry mouth to feed
In the (in the ghetto)

People, you understand
The needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an young man some day?
Take a at you and me
Are we too to see
Do we simply our heads, and look the other way?

Well, the world
And a hungry little boy with a nose
in the street as the cold wind blows
In the (in the ghetto)

And his burns
So he starts to roam the streets at
And he how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the (in the ghetto)

Then one night in
A young man breaks
He buys a gun, a car
Tries to run, but he get far
And his mama

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry man
Face down on the street a gun in his hand
In the (in the ghetto)

And as her young man
On a and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is
In the (in the ghetto)

And his mama (in the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(Aah-aah)