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 just like a
I could walk like brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a
With my and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
Silver on my duds just like a harley in heat
When I strut down the street I can hear heartbeat
The sisters fell and said "don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "penny, for your pity"
Them gasoline boys down-town, they talk gritty
so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers, crowned down-town at the bash
I was a main prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a back-street gambler the luck to lo..ose
And the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
Devil appeared to me jesus through the steam in the street, an'
Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't
And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and it's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the

And the sages of the subway sit like the living dead
As the tracks out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
They the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
Well, too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
When you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right in your seat
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you to your feet
Then you're out of that hole!, on the street
And them sisters, they sure look pretty
And the cripple on the corner cries out "nickels for pity"
And them down-town boys, they sure talk
It's so hard to be a in the c..c..city