Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

Pedro out of the Wilshire Hotel
he out a window without glass
The are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats him 'cause he's too to beg

He's got 9 brothers and
they're brought up on their
it's hard to run when a coat 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 dirty

This room cost 2,000 a month
you can believe it man it's
a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
No one here dreams of being a doctor or a or anything
they dream of dealing on the dirty

Give me your hungry, 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 over and just dump 'em on the boulevard

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

Outside a bright night
an opera at Lincoln Center
movie arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the of Manhattan
but the are out on the Mean Streets

A small kid stands by the Lincoln
he's selling roses for a buck
The traffic's up to 39th street
the TV whores are 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 at the cracked ceiling
"At the count of 3" he says, "I I can disappear"

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

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