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Chris De Burgh - In The Ghetto
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Текст песни: And the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
And take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Or will we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?
And the world turns
And the hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street where the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies (In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
And take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Or will we simply turn our heads
And look the other way?
And the world turns
And the hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street where the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies (In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
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