jueves, 18 de junio de 2009

In the ghetto

In the ghetto
Elvis Presley

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

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

12 comentarios:

giovanni dijo...

What a beautiful song! I like the pictures of his youth, but not so much of when he had grown fat and unhappy (or the other way around).

Elvira dijo...

Yes, I borrowed it from Noy Only's blog. :-)

I don't like those pictures either. Maybe he was too successful and he couldn't "digest" it?

Anónimo dijo...


Elvira dijo...

Sí! :-)

Luna dijo...

Cuando le oigo...ay,ay..como me gusta

Elvira dijo...

Y a mí.

Melmoth el errabundo dijo...

Es una de esas canciones que nos hacen callar y nos pone la piel de gallina.La música es lo que tiene,que te hace pensar en un pasado que nunca fue.


Elvira dijo...

Sí, esta canción pone la piel de gallina. Y la letra creo que refleja realidades que sí existieron y existen.

Besos, Francisco!

Montse dijo...

Este tema siempre me ha gustado ¡qué maravilla volver a escucharlo!

Elvira dijo...


Sra de Zafón dijo...

Esta es la canción que más me gusta de Elvis, a años luz de las demás. Me lleva a lugares y relaciones muy profundas e intensas. No me canso de escucharla.

Elvira dijo...

Adiviné que te gustaría especialmente, Chusa. Gracias a ti y besos.