Слушать бесплатно In the Ghetto

"(Mac Davis) As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto and his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed 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 Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way while the world turns. A hungry little boy with a runny nose Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto. Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away He buys a gun, 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 on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto. As her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin' Another little baby child is born in the ghetto... "