Luyện nghe bài hát In The Ghetto

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

And his cries
'Cause if one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to
In the (in the ghetto)

People, don't you
The child a helping hand
Or grow to be an angry 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 turns
And a little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the as the cold wind blows
In the (in the ghetto)

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

one night in desperation
A young man breaks
He buys a gun, a car
to run, but he don't get far
And his mama

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

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

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