Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

I had skin like and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just a supernova
I could walk like Brando into the sunThen dance just like a Casanova
With my and jacket and hair slicked sweet
star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the I could feel its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king if the alley I could some trash
I was the of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I everythning cool
A backstreet gambler the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was on the ground
The devil like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when just a boy
And the sages of the subway sit just the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their fixed straightahead
They ride the of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the
You get up to get out at your next stop but they you
back down in your
Your heart starts beatin' as you struggle to your feet
Then you're that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters look pretty
The cripple on the cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city