Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Cry Freedom

In the coldness of the city where the sleeps
The streets show the pity and the run deep
And every shadow seems to hold a story
And heart, oh, is a refugee

And the old ones and the lost ones scream
The hustlers float and the ones dream
In the city in the soul of the city

And the cry, freedom, do you stand or retreat?
As you stare by the neon Gods
While you in the heat

And the cry freedom as the blood runs cold
As you stare into the eyes of the walking
Who've their souls

In the summer's heat I'm weary in the of the city
Potential's bright in the Harlem halls
Have you ever lived looking a shotgun barrel
When they said hey boy, this your home

There ain't no cure for the heart
when you fall
There's no second in the city
always be the soul of the city

And the streets cry as it burns in the heat
As you stare by the neon above
While you bask in the

And the streets cry freedom as the blood cold
You stare into the eyes of the ghosts
lost their souls

There is no reason for in sin
I don't when they say, "Hey boy, you better give in"
You know I'll for what I know till the day that I die
'Cause I'm better off dead then buried with my pride

And the cry freedom
Till the day that I die,
the day that I die
And the streets cry
Till the day I die, yeah
Till the day I die, yeah

Till the day I die
the day that I die
Die, die, die, die, oh
Streets cry
Potential's burning

the day that I die
Till the day I die
the day that I die
the day that I die