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
a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are louder, I wonder
How the people to go fight for the white powder

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

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

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

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

It gets tiring, the sight of a gun
They must desire for the sound of a
A bag lady dies in an
She's 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, he's a one
Had fun then was by a shotgun

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

Blind man the sax
A tune called the arms on my moms show tracks?
Many lives are cut short, when you're 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
Calling some man

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

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

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

She grab the bottle of sleeping pills and took about 24
Human beings are laying on the
'Cause they're a of a mental enslavement
The cop snipers, babies in dirty 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 little kid says, yo, I got a TV
CD player and car and all I want is a castle
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 you when you walk
how it is in the streets of New York