Bài hát hợp âm: In the ghetto

          A                 C#m                              1. As the  snow flies on a  cold and gray Chicago mornin'
   D                  E                      A        A  poor little baby  child is born in the  ghetto
         A                      C#m                                       And his  mama cries, cause if  there's one thing that she don't need
      D                E                      A        It's  another hungry  mouth to feed in the  ghetto


                           E                               D         A      Chorus: People, don't you  understand, the child needs a  helping  hand
    D                     E                      A     Or  he'll grow to be an  angry young man some  day
                E                        D          A     Take a look at  you and me, are we too  blind to  see
 D              C#m                    Bm                E      Do we simply  turn our heads and  look the other  way


              A                   C#m                                     2. Well, the  world turns and a  hungry little boy with a runny nose
 D                            E                        A         Plays in the street as the  cold wind blows in the  ghetto
         A                     C#m                                     And his  hunger burns, so he  starts to roam the streets at night
        D                            E                            A        And he  learns how to steal and he  learns how to fight in the  ghetto


         E                               Chorus:  Then one night in desperation
   D                       A  young man breaks away
    D                C#m              He  buys a gun, he  steals a car
    Bm                      E               He  tries to run, but he  don't get far


            A                  C#m                                        3. And his  mama cries, as a  crowd gathers round an angry young man
      D                           E                        A        Face  down on the street with a  gun in his hand in the  ghetto
            A                      C#m                               And as her  young man dies, on a  cold and gray Chicago mornin'
 D                     E                      A                 A              Another little baby  child is born in the  ghetto, and his  mama cries