Paroles de la chanson In The Ghetto par Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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Paroles de la chanson In The Ghetto par Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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
Why, take a look at you and me
Are we that blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
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
Why, 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
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
Hey, 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
In the ghetto
Yeah, in the ghetto
In the ghetto
This child needs a helping hand
He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
Hey, 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
In the ghetto
Yeah, in the ghetto
In the ghetto
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