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

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