Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

He said he discovered America nothin' but a paper sack
The sight he remembered was the Statue of Liberty's back.
He lost his mama on the Brooklyn street when he was thirteen
He made his way out west; he'd seen some pictures in a

He worked a while as a roughneck in the Floydada Black Oil
And the Fat Oilmen of Texas would watch him a-tap his
As the oil poured in and the cotton and the Cadillacs fell like rain
He did the work of a dozen men and never did

If you added up his they'd fill the prairie sky
But he lived more in an hour than most men in lives
He never preached a sermon and an he ain't
But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck

He worked his way to a cotton town Highway 84
And that is i met him in a used clothing store
With my mama and my papa, little Mark and Bill
I still tearstains on a dusty window sill

If you up his troubles they'd fill the prairie sky
But he lived more in an hour than most men in their
He never preached a sermon and an angel he
But anyone can tell you he's a Luck Saint

He never stayed around long but he said 'goodbye'
No tellin' where he to, he walked a rugged mile
He might just through your town one of these a-hard luck days
And right through to the other side goin' his hard luck ways

If you added up his troubles fill the prairie sky
He more in an hour than most men in their lives
He never a sermon and an angel he ain't
But anyone can tell you he's a Luck Saint