Luyện nghe bài hát Lou Marsh

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

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

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

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

He left a chamber
Of a he served so long
For he learned the of distant men
Will never the wrongs

His church an alley
And his pulpit was the
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 never pass the

For the is a jungle
the law is out of sight
And lurks in El Barrio
With the orphans of the

There were two approaching
In Spanish Harlem
The smell of was in the air
The challenge was laid

He felt blinding hatred
And he to save their lives
And the answer that gave him
Was their and feet and knives

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

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

Will Lou Marsh lie
In his cold and grave?
Will his still linger on
In those he tried to

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

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

For the city is a
When the law is out of
And death in El Barrio
With the of the night