Malin Mattsson

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..

People, don'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 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', another little baby child is born.
In the ghetto


Jag ser på så ska det låta och kom fram till vilken fantastisk låt det här är. Jag älskar Elvis.