Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

In the of New York
fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the scenes
You live here, you're a chance

So look and I one glance
There's a man an ambulance
Crowds are getting louder, I
How the people want to go fight for the white

People hanging in
They until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the
explain the man sleeping in the rain

His life remains inside a bottle of night train
Another man got his in a sack
'Cause he spent every of his rent playing blackjack
And there's the little sister

She has a baby daughter
Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club though?
Yo that's her job, Sonya's is a bar stripper

Drug dealers drive looking hard
Knowing they're their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
Every day is a main event, some old lady
The pushers and eat shrimps

It gets tiring, the of a gun firing
They must desire for the of a siren
A bag lady dies in an
She's the last of her days inside the subways

More and down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
So he stole dope and a gold rope
Now my sons on the run, he's a one
Had fun then was done by a

Upstairs I my ears and tears
The man downstairs must drank too many beers
'Cause day of his life he beats his wife
Till one night she to pull a butcher knife

Blind man the sax
A tune called the arms on my moms show tracks?
Many lives are cut short, that's when you're
In the of New York

Baby needs new
But his uses all the money for booze
A young girl is undressed in the seat of a caddy
Calling man daddy

Three men slain inside an
All you could see was the when it darkened
Daylight broke, cops on the scene
The drug war, routine

Gambling spots, just a poor jackpot
You winning a lot, you get
The drug fanatics
But you don't no static

'Cause they got crack addicts with
Shoot-outs for a desire for
A kid got in the crossfire
A tired cant take no more

She the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24
Human are laying on the pavement
'Cause they're a of a mental enslavement
The cop snipers, little in dirty diapers

This type of life is you hyper
People a torched-out building
And got when the cold air filled in
Is really suggested?

No more arrested, a child molested
A kid says, yo, I got a color TV
CD player and car stereo and all I want is a
I also got a .38, give me no hassle

One kid heads for the top
And gets and popped by a crooked cop
behind you when you walk
That's how it is in the streets of New