Intro: A D A D A D A As the snow flies. C#m7 D E On a cold and grey Chicago mornin' a poor little baby child is born A D A D A In the ghetto A D A And his mama cries ( in the ghetto ) C#m7 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need, D E A D A It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto E D A People don't you understand The child needs a helping hand D E A Or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day E D A Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see D C#m7 Bm7 E Do we just turn our heads and look the other way A D A Well the world turns C#m7 D And a hungry little child with a runny nose plays in the street E A D A As the cold wind blows In the ghetto And his hunger burns A D A And his hunger burns C#m7 D So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal E A D A D A And he learns how to fight In the ghetto E D A Then one night in desperation A young man breaks away D C#m7 Bm7 E He buys a gun steals a car tries to run but he don't get far A D A And his mama cries C#m7 D As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down on the street E A D A With a gun in his hand In the ghetto A D A As her young man dies C#m7 D E An a cold and grey Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born A D A In the ghetto
Enviado por: anônimo
Corrigido por: Dale Curwick
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