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 with hate

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

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

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

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

His church became an
And his pulpit was the
And he made his
From the boys he to meet

And now the are empty
Now the are dark
So keep an eye on
And never the park

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

There two gangs approaching
In Spanish Harlem
The smell of was in the air
The was laid down

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

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
the orphans of the night

Will Lou Marsh lie
In his and silent grave?
Will his memory linger on
In he tried to save?

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

For now the are empty
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 lurks in El Barrio
With the orphans of the