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 آپ understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at آپ 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 سٹریٹ, گلی as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns...
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