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 here, you're taking a chance

So look and I take one
There's a man inside an
Crowds are louder, I wonder
How the want to go fight for the white powder

People in spots
They waited until the got hot
And got raided by the
explain the man sleeping in the rain

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

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

Drug dealers drive around looking
Knowing sending 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 in an alleyway
She's seen the last of her days inside the

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

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

Blind man the sax
A tune called the arms on my show railroad tracks?
Many lives are cut short, that's 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 seat of a caddy
Calling man daddy

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

Gambling spots, a poor man's jackpot
You a lot, you get shot
The drug fanatics
But you don't no static

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

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

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

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

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