Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

He said he discovered America nothin' but a paper sack
The first sight he remembered was the 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 watch him a-tap his heels
As the oil poured in and the cotton grew and the Cadillacs fell like
He did the work of a dozen men and did complain

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

He his way to a cotton town down Highway 84
And that is where i met him in a clothing store
With my and my papa, little Mark and Muleshoe Bill
I still remember on a dusty 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 preached a sermon and an angel he
But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck

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

If you added up his troubles fill the prairie sky
He lived in an hour than most men in their lives
He preached a sermon and an angel he ain't
But anyone can tell you a Hard Luck Saint