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 Brando right into the sunThen dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and and hair slicked sweet
Silver star 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 cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline downtown sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the if the alley I could talk some trash
I was the of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the main prophet I kept everythning cool
A backstreet gambler the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the
The devil appeared like through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops beat
I felt his hot breath on my as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when just a boy
And the of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed
They ride the line of balance and on by just a thread
But too hot in these 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 beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look
The cripple on the corner out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a in the city