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 a super-nova
I could walk like brando right into the sun, an' just like a casanova
With my black-jack and and my hair slicked sweet
Silver studs on my duds just a harley in heat
I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "don't that man pretty"
The on the corner cried out "penny, nickels for your pity"
gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a in the city

I was the of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the of the paupers, crowned down-town at the beggars' bash
I was a pimps main prophet, I everything cool
a back-street gambler with the luck to lo..ose
And the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
Devil appeared to me like jesus through the in the street, an'
Showed me a hand that the cops couldn't beat
And I 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 street

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