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作詞:DAVIS, MAC   作曲:DAVIS, MAC


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

Well 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, and he 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

And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto

In The Ghetto - Non LP Version

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作詞:DAVIS, MAC   作曲:DAVIS, MAC


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

Well 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, and he 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

And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
In the ghetto