Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

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

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

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

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

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

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

It gets tiring, the of a gun firing
They desire for the sound of a siren
A bag lady in an alleyway
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 done by a

I cover my ears and tears
The man must have drank too many beers
every day of his life he beats his wife
Till one she decides to pull a butcher knife

man plays the sax
A tune called the arms on my 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 undressed in the back seat of a
some man daddy

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

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

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

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

This type of life is making you
People scouting a building
And got killed when the cold air in
Is hell suggested?

No more persons arrested, a child
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 you when you walk
how it is in the streets of New York