[00:00.00] 作词 : Lou Reed
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Lou Reed
[00:17.40]Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
[00:20.25]He looks out a window without glass
[00:24.57]And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
[00:27.81]And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg
[00:31.74]He's got 9 brothers and sisters
[00:34.20]They're brought up on their knees
[00:35.85]It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
[00:39.87]Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
[00:43.53]But that's a slim chance
[00:45.03]He's going to the boulevard
[00:51.09]He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard
[00:54.36]He's going out to the dirty boulevard
[00:57.00]He's going down to the dirty boulevard
[01:02.55]This room cost $2,000 a month
[01:04.41]You can believe it, man, it's true
[01:05.64]Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
[01:09.42]No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
[01:13.14]They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
[01:16.83]Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em
[01:20.49]That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
[01:24.63]Your poor huddled masses
[01:26.43]Let's club 'em to death
[01:27.81]And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
[01:33.81]Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard
[01:35.16]Goin' out to the dirty boulevard
[01:41.04]They're going down on the dirty boulevard
[01:47.04]Goin' out
[01:47.22]Outside it's a bright night
[01:48.33]There's an opera at Lincoln Center
[01:50.13]Movie stars arrive by limousine
[01:54.03]The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
[01:57.36]But the lights are out on the mean streets
[02:00.99]A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
[02:04.68]He's selling plastic roses for a buck
[02:08.49]The traffic's backed up to 39th Street
[02:12.18]The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
[02:15.87]And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
[02:19.59]He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can
[02:23.49]He looks at the pictures
[02:24.96]And stares up at the cracked ceiling
[02:27.12]At the count of 3, he says
[02:28.68]I hope I can disappear
[02:30.27]And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard
[02:32.97]I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
[02:34.35]I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
[02:40.29]I want to fly fly fly fly from the dirty boulevard
[02:41.70]I want to fly away
[02:47.61]I want to fly
[02:47.91]Fly, fly away
[02:49.17]I want to fly
[02:49.86]Fly, fly away
[02:52.86]Fly, fly away
[02:53.34]Fly, fly away
[02:53.61]Fly, fly away
[03:00.33]I want to fly

作词 : Lou Reed
作曲 : Lou Reed
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
He looks out a window without glass
And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters
They're brought up on their knees
It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
But that's a slim chance
He's going to the boulevard
He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard
He's going out to the dirty boulevard
He's going down to the dirty boulevard
This room cost $2,000 a month
You can believe it, man, it's true
Somewhere there's a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
No one dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses
Let's club 'em to death
And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard
Goin' out to the dirty boulevard
They're going down on the dirty boulevard
Goin' out
Outside it's a bright night
There's an opera at Lincoln Center
Movie stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
He's selling plastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to 39th Street
The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures
And stares up at the cracked ceiling
At the count of 3, he says
I hope I can disappear
And fly, fly away from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
I want to fly from the dirty boulevard
I want to fly fly fly fly from the dirty boulevard
I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
Fly, fly away
Fly, fly away
Fly, fly away
I want to fly