Arbeitsblatt: In the ghetto

In The Ghetto By Elvis Presley As the snow flies Em On cold and gray chicago mornin G poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries Em cause if theres one thing that she dont need G Its another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto People, dont you understand C The child needs helping hand G Or hell gonna be an angry young man some day G Take look at you and me, C Are we too blind to see, Em Do we simply turn our heads G And look the other way Well the world turns Em And hungry little boy with runny nose G Plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto And his hunger burns Em 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 C young man breaks away Em He buys gun, steals car, G Tries to run, but he dont get far And his mama cries Em As crowd gathers round an angry young man G Face down on the street with gun in his hand In the ghetto As her young man dies, Em On cold and gray chicago mornin, G Another little baby child is born In the ghetto