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

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