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 right into the sunThen dance just like a
With my blackjack and jacket and hair sweet
star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could feel its
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man pretty"
The on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the
I was the king if the alley I talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everythning
A backstreet gambler with the luck to
And when the heat down it was left on the ground
The devil like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops beat
I felt his hot on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so to be a saint when you're just a boy
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living
As the tracks clack out the rhythm eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a
But it's too hot in these you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next but they push you
back down in your
Your heart starts faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa 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 downtown boys talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city