Karaoké In the Ghetto (with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra) 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

'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need lt'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 and his mama cries