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 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 hair slicked
Silver star studs on my like a Harley in heat
When I down the street I could feel its heartbeat
The sisters back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys 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 of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main I kept everythning cool
A backstreet with the luck to lose
And when the heat came it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus the steam in the street
Showin' me a 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 the living dead
As the tracks clack out the their eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a
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 push you
back in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you to your feet
Then outa that 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 downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city