The Cranberries - In The Ghetto

Текст песни: As the snow flies 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 It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto So people won't you understand The 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 poor little boy with a runny nose Plays in the street when 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 finds a gun, steals a car, Tries to run, but he doesn'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', Another little baby child is born In the ghetto

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The Cranberries – <p>&quot;I just shot John Lennon&quot; ... This risky phrase of The Cranberries once conquered not only the Beatle fans who had seen a lot, but also those who are called &quot;young punks&quot;. On the threshold of the 2000s, the Irish collective with its characteristic vocalist became the very bridge that united the tastes and aspirations of several generations of world rock connoisseurs at once. It was the musicians of The Cranberries who succeeded in the most organic fusion of melodic rock with female vocal improvisations, Celtic motives and uncompromising alternative riffs.</p> – Тхе Цранберриес
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As the snow flies
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
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

So people won't you understand
The 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 poor little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street when 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 finds a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he doesn'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',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

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