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 but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right the sunThen dance just like a Casanova
my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in
When I strut down the street I could its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man pretty"
The cripple on the corner out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a in the city
I was the if the alley I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main I kept everythning cool
A backstreet gambler with the to lose
And the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil like Jesus through the steam in the street
me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're a boy
And the of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm eyes fixed straightahead
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
back down in seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you 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 corner out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city