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Paroles : In the Ghetto

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)

People, don't you understand
A 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?

As the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (In the ghеtto)

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And hе learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)