Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Blvd.

Pedro out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his
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 and killing the old man
but that's a slim chance he's going to the

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

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

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

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

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

A kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
he's plastic roses for a buck
The backed up to 39th street
the TV whores are calling the out for a suck

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits dreaming
he's a book on magic in a garbage can
He at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling
"At the count of 3" he says, "I I can disappear"

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

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