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

I had skin leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could like Brando right into the sunThen dance just like a Casanova
With my and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my like a Harley in heat
When I strut the street I could feel its heartbeat
The sisters fell and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk grittyIt's so to be a saint in the city
I was the king if the alley I could some trash
I was the prince of the crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everythning
A backstreet gambler with the to lose
And when the heat down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the
Showin' me a hand I knew even the couldn't beat
I felt his hot on my neck as I dove into the heat
so hard 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 their eyes fixed
ride the line of balance and hold 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 stop but push you
down in your seat
Your starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and up on the street
And them South Side sure look 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