Tác giả : Phil Ochs
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
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On the streets of new york city when the hour was getting late 
(same chords) 
Young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate 
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And lou marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks 
(same chords) 
For one man is no army when the city turns its back 
 
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Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark 
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So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park 
For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight 
Death lurks in el barrio with the orphans of the night 
 
He left behind a chamber of a church he served so long 
For he learned the prayers of distant men will never right the wrongs 
His church became an alley and his pulpit was the street 
He made his congregation from the boys he used to meet 
 
There were two gangs approaching in spanish harlem town 
The smell of blood was in the air, the challenge was laid down 
He felt their blinding hatred, and he tried to save their lives 
And the answer that they gave him was their fists and feet and knives 
 
Will lou marsh lie forgotten in his cold and silent grave? 
Will his memory still linger on, in those he tried to save? 
All of us who knew him will now and then recall 
And shed a tear on poverty, tombstone of us all /pre>