Luyện nghe bài hát Beat Street

Beat Breakdown, Raah!
Hip Hop!

Street
The of the beat
You see him that beat from across the street
And Huh Huh!
Beat Street is a too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!

Well a can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give
And if the world was yours to do over, I know paint a better place to live
Where the colours swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony
And where murals on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!
I never knew art til I saw your and there'll never be one to take your place
'Cause each and time you touch the spray paint can
soul controls your hand
Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow your head
Crescendo of colours in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for the state of of the beautiful lady that you left behind
In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she can't get you out of her head, Huh!
More tears fall for all done, trying to be a good father to your only son
But now who's gonna sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?
me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?
When your works of art into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing
Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, buildings, bricks of concrete
The on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party
I'm hanging out tough, rocking at night, running wild in the town of the neon light
You play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!
You make something outta nothing at all
I'm sitting in the classroom the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school
They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a wall
The heart of a lion and the of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the who won't come back
Who died in my on the railroad track
I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space
There's gotta be a place for you and me
pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye
Some gotta die just to be free
You search for and what do you find?
You find us on the unemployment line
You find just us from dawn to dusk
There's no justice, there's Huh, us, Ha!
Still life masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls
A million gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all
So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no pain
No more chump change, none of that
Just movies, and the hall of fame
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top we belong
'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is
let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')
And to let me I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')
'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')
Raah!

A newspaper burns in the sand, and the say 'Man destroys Man!'
Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that would lose
The rise and fall, the last empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire
The ruthless struggle, the gamble
The game that left the whole world in
The cheats, the lies, the
And the foolish attempt to the skies
Lost in space, and what is it worth,
The president just forgot about
Spending multi billions, and even trillions
The of weapons ran into zillions
There's in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their faces, they're living mice
And the even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!
The water tastes funny, it's too sunny
And they work all month and don't no money
A fight for power, a shower
And shout out in the darkest hour
Of sights unseen and unheard
And finally the bomb gets the last
Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed
And everybody's bodies are and abused, Huh!
Minds are and souls are polluted
complex is deep rooted
Leeches and lice's, and got prices
Egomaniacs control the
is sacred and nothing is pure
So the of death is our cure
Hitler and Caesar, Custer and
Napoleon, Castro, and Begin
Ghengis Khan and the of Iran
Mixed the blood of the weaker man
The peoples in terror, the leaders the error
And now they even look in the mirror
'Cause we gotta suffer things get rougher
And that's the why we got to get tougher
To from the past and work for the future
And be a slave to no computer
the Children of Man inherits the land
And the future of the is in your hands
So throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you don't care
And if you believe that the future
it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')
'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')
Raah!

Beat Street
Raah!
Hip Hop!