歌曲 | In the Ghetto |
歌手 | Nick Cave |
专辑 | From Her to Eternity |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
As the snow flies | |
On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto | |
And his mama cries | |
Cause there's one thing that she don't need | |
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto | |
Oh people don't you understand | |
This child needs a helping hand | |
He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
Take a look at you and me | |
Are we that blind to see? | |
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
And the world turns | |
And the hungry little boy with the runny nose | |
Plays in the streets 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 and steals a car | |
He tries to run but he don't get far | |
And his mama cries | |
A crowd gathers round an angry young man | |
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto | |
Oh people don't you understand | |
This child needs a helping hand | |
He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
Take a look at you and me | |
Are we that blind to see? | |
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
And as her young man dies | |
On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |
As the snow flies | |
On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto | |
And his mama cries | |
Cause there' s one thing that she don' t need | |
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto | |
Oh people don' t you understand | |
This child needs a helping hand | |
He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
Take a look at you and me | |
Are we that blind to see? | |
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
And the world turns | |
And the hungry little boy with the runny nose | |
Plays in the streets 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 and steals a car | |
He tries to run but he don' t get far | |
And his mama cries | |
A crowd gathers round an angry young man | |
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto | |
Oh people don' t you understand | |
This child needs a helping hand | |
He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
Take a look at you and me | |
Are we that blind to see? | |
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
And as her young man dies | |
On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |
As the snow flies | |
On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto | |
And his mama cries | |
Cause there' s one thing that she don' t need | |
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto | |
Oh people don' t you understand | |
This child needs a helping hand | |
He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
Take a look at you and me | |
Are we that blind to see? | |
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
And the world turns | |
And the hungry little boy with the runny nose | |
Plays in the streets 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 and steals a car | |
He tries to run but he don' t get far | |
And his mama cries | |
A crowd gathers round an angry young man | |
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto | |
Oh people don' t you understand | |
This child needs a helping hand | |
He' s gonna grow to be an angry young man some day | |
Take a look at you and me | |
Are we that blind to see? | |
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? | |
And as her young man dies | |
On a cold and grey chicago morn | |
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto |