Nana Mouskouri - In The Ghetto lyrics
[Nana Mouskouri - In The Ghetto lyrics]
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
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell 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 well the world turns
And 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
A 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
And a poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
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