Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

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

He worked a while as a roughneck in the Black Oil fields
And the Fat Oilmen of would watch him a-tap his heels
As the oil poured in and the grew and the Cadillacs 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 in an hour than most men in their lives
He never preached a sermon and an he ain't
But anyone can tell you 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
my mama 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 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 he's a Luck Saint

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

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