Luyện nghe bài hát Lou Marsh

On the of New York city
When the hour was getting
There were young men armed with knives and
Young men armed hate

And Lou Marsh stepped between
And died there in his
For one man is no
When the city turns its

And now the streets are
Now the are dark
So an eye on shadows
And never pass the

For the is a jungle
When the law is out of
And death lurks in El
With the orphans of the

He left a chamber
Of a church he so long
For he learned the of distant men
Will right the wrongs

His church an alley
And his was the street
And he his congregation
From the boys he used to

And now the streets are
Now the streets are
So keep an eye on
And pass the park

For the is a jungle
When the law is out of
And death in El Barrio
the orphans of the night

There were two approaching
In Harlem town
The of blood was in the air
The challenge was laid

He their blinding hatred
And he tried to save their
And the answer that they him
Was their fists and feet and

And now the are empty
Now the streets are
So an eye on shadows
And never the park

For the city is a
the law is out of sight
And death lurks in El
the orphans of the night

Will Lou lie forgotten
In his and silent grave?
Will his memory linger on
In those he to save?

All of us who him
Will now and recall
And shed a on poverty
of us all

For now the are empty
Now the streets are
So an eye on shadows
And pass the park

For the city is a
the law is out of sight
And lurks in El Barrio
With the of the night