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
It's hungry mouth to feed
In the (in the ghetto)

People, don't you
The child needs a hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some
a look 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 boy with a runny nose
Plays in the 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 cries

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

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

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