Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

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

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 grew and the Cadillacs fell like rain
He did the work of a men and never did complain

If you added up his they'd fill the prairie sky
But he lived more in an hour 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

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

If you up his troubles they'd fill the prairie sky
But 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

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

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