Luyện nghe bài hát Lou Marsh

On the of New York city
When the hour was getting
There were young men armed with knives and
Young men with hate

And Lou Marsh between them
And died there in his
For one man is no
the city turns its back

And now the streets are
Now the streets are
So keep an eye on
And never pass the

For the is a jungle
When the law is out of
And death lurks in El
With the orphans of the

He left a chamber
Of a church he so long
For he learned the prayers of men
Will right the wrongs

His church became an
And his pulpit was the
And he made his
From the he used to meet

And now the are empty
Now the are dark
So keep an eye on
And never the park

For the city is a
When the law is out of
And death lurks in El
With the orphans of the

There were two gangs
In Spanish town
The smell of was in the air
The challenge was laid

He felt blinding hatred
And he to save their lives
And the answer that gave him
Was fists and feet and knives

And now the streets are
Now the streets are
So an eye on shadows
And pass the park

For the city is a
When the law is out of
And death in El Barrio
the orphans of the night

Will Lou lie forgotten
In his cold and silent
Will his still linger on
In those he tried to

All of us who him
Will now and then
And a tear on poverty
of us all

For now the streets are
Now the are dark
So an eye on shadows
And never the park

For the is a jungle
When the law is out of
And death in El Barrio
the orphans of the night