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, taking a chance

So look and I one glance
a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are getting louder, I
How the want to go fight for the white powder

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

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

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

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

It tiring, the sight of a gun firing
They must for the sound of a siren
A bag lady in an alleyway
She's seen the 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 cover my ears and
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 knife

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

Baby new shoes
But his papa uses all the money for
A young girl is in the back seat of a caddy
Calling man daddy

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

Gambling spots, just a man's jackpot
You winning a lot, you get
The dealing fanatics
But you want no static

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

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

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

No persons 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, don't me no hassle

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