Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

In the of New York
Dope fiends are for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide
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 fight for the white

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

His whole remains inside a bottle of night train
Another man got his in a sack
'Cause he spent every dime of his playing blackjack
And the poor little sister

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

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

It tiring, the sight of a gun firing
They must for the sound of a siren
A bag dies in an alleyway
seen the last of her days inside the subways

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

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

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

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

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

Gambling spots, just a man's jackpot
You a lot, you get shot
The drug dealing
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 mother take no more

She grab the full of sleeping pills and took about 24
beings are laying on the pavement
'Cause they're a part of a enslavement
The cop snipers, little babies in dirty

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

No persons arrested, a child molested
A kid says, yo, I got a color TV
CD player and car stereo and all I is a castle
I got a .38, don't give me no hassle

One kid straight 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