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

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a
I was born blue and weathered but I burst like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sunThen dance just like a
With my blackjack and and hair slicked sweet
star studs 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 corner out "Nickels for your pity"
gasoline boys 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 pimp's main prophet I kept everythning
A backstreet gambler the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the
The devil like Jesus through the steam in the street
me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove the heat
It's so to be a saint when you're just a boy
And the sages of the sit just like the living dead
As the clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead
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 stop 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 sure pretty
The on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk so hard to be a saint in the city