Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

In the streets of New
Dope fiends are leaning for
The TV followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're a chance

So look and I take one
a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are louder, I wonder
How the people want to go for the white powder

People hanging in
They waited until the got hot
And got by the cops
I'll the man sleeping in the rain

His life remains inside a bottle of night train
Another man got his clothes in a
'Cause he spent dime 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 unzipped
Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar

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

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

More and more down the slope, the kid cope
So he stole somebody's dope and a rope
Now my sons on the run, he's a one
Had fun then was by a shotgun

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

man plays the sax
A tune called the on my moms show railroad tracks?
Many lives are cut short, that's when living
In the of New York

needs new shoes
But his papa uses all the for booze
A young girl is undressed in the back of a caddy
some man daddy

Three men inside an apartment
All you could see was the sparks when it
Daylight broke, roll on the scene
The drug war, daily

Gambling spots, just a poor jackpot
You winning a lot, you get
The drug fanatics
But you want no static

'Cause they got crack addicts automatics
for a desire for territory
A kid got in the crossfire
A tired cant take no more

She grab the bottle full of pills and took about 24
Human beings are laying on the
'Cause a part of a mental enslavement
The cop snipers, little in dirty diapers

This type of life is making you
scouting a torched-out building
And got killed when the cold air in
Is really suggested?

No more arrested, a child molested
A little kid says, yo, I got a TV
CD player and car stereo and all I want is a
I also got a .38, don't give me no

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