Luyện nghe bài hát Lou Marsh

On the streets of New York
When the hour was late
There young men armed with knives and guns
men armed with hate

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

And now the are empty
Now the are dark
So keep an eye on
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

He left behind a
Of a he served so long
For he the prayers of distant men
Will right the wrongs

His church an alley
And his pulpit was the
And he his congregation
From the he used to meet

And now the are empty
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
the orphans of the night

There two gangs approaching
In Spanish town
The smell of was in the air
The challenge was laid

He felt their hatred
And he tried to 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 the park

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

Will Lou lie forgotten
In his cold and silent
Will his memory still on
In he tried to save?

All of us who him
Will now and then
And shed a tear on
of us all

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

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