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In The Ghetto lyrics with English Translations
As the snow flies..
On a cold and gray Chicago morn', A poor little baby child is born, In the ghetto.. And his momma cries..
For if there's one thing that she don't need, Is another little hungry mouth to feed, In the ghetto..
People, can't you understand? A child needs a helping hand, And he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day. Take a look at you and me, Are we too blind to see? Oro we simply turn our heads, and look the other way? As 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, He'll learns how to steal and he'll learns how to fight, In the ghetto..
Then one night in desperation, The young man breaks away, He buys a gun, he steals a car, He 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..
And the young man dies..
And on a cold and grey Chicago morn', Another little baby child is born, In the ghetto.. And his mama cries..
On a cold and gray Chicago morn', A poor little baby child is born, In the ghetto.. And his momma cries..
For if there's one thing that she don't need, Is another little hungry mouth to feed, In the ghetto..
People, can't you understand? A child needs a helping hand, And he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day. Take a look at you and me, Are we too blind to see? Oro we simply turn our heads, and look the other way? As 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, He'll learns how to steal and he'll learns how to fight, In the ghetto..
Then one night in desperation, The young man breaks away, He buys a gun, he steals a car, He 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..
And the young man dies..
And on a cold and grey Chicago morn', Another little baby child is born, In the ghetto.. And his mama cries..
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