Luyện nghe bài hát In The Ghetto

As the snow
On a cold and Chicago mornin'
A little baby child is born
In the (in the ghetto)

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

People, don't you
The needs a helping hand
Or grow to be an angry young man some day?
a look at you and me
Are we too to see
Do we simply turn our heads, and the other way?

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

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

Then one in desperation
A young man away
He buys a gun, a car
to run, but he don't get far
And his cries

As a crowd gathers an angry young man
Face on the street with a gun in his hand
In the (in the ghetto)

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

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