But tonight, they?re gonna do a special song. We asked them to sing a song that would break our hearts. Please welcome Wet Wet Wet.

Thank you

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
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
Is another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto, um

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
Or 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
And he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto, um

Yeah!

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he 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 in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries

In the ghetto


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