歌手:Elvis Presley
专辑:《Elvis 30 #1 Hits》

作词 : Davis
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

The 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

And his mama cries In the ghetto In the ghetto