Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

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

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 Cadillacs fell rain
He did the of a dozen men and never did complain

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 preached a and an angel he ain't
But can tell you he's a Hard Luck Saint

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

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 a sermon and an angel he ain't
But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck

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

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