Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

He said he discovered with nothin' but a paper sack
The first sight he remembered was the Statue of 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 in the Floydada Black Oil fields
And the Fat Oilmen of Texas would watch him a-tap his
As the oil poured in and the cotton grew and the fell like rain
He did the of a dozen men and never did complain

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

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

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

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

If you added up his they'd fill the prairie sky
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 Saint