Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire
he looks out a without glass
The walls are of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg

He's got 9 and sisters
they're brought up on knees
hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and the old man
but that's a slim he's going to the boulevard

going to end up, on the dirty boulevard
he's going out, to the boulevard
He's going down, to the boulevard

This room 2,000 dollars a month
you can it man it's true
somewhere a laughing till he wets his pants
No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
they of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
that's what the of Bigotry says
poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
and get it with and just dump 'em on the boulevard

Get to end up, on the dirty
going out, to the boulevard
He's going down, on the boulevard
out

Outside it's a bright
there's an opera at Lincoln
movie stars arrive by
The klieg lights shoot up the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Streets

A small kid stands by the Tunnel
he's selling plastic roses for a
The traffic's backed up to street
the TV are calling the cops out for a suck

And at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked
"At the of 3" he says, "I hope I can disappear"

And fly fly away, this dirty boulevard
I to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from boulevard
I to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard

I want to fly
I to fly
Fly, fly
I to fly
Fly-fly (Fly a-)
(-way, ooohhh...)
Fly-fly away (I to fly-fly away)
fly away (I to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)