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 weathered but I burst just a super-nova
I could walk like brando right the sun, an' dance just like a casanova
With my and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
Silver studs on my duds just a harley in heat
When I strut down the street I can its' heartbeat
The sisters fell and said "don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "penny, 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 prince of the paupers, crowned down-town at the bash
I was a pimps main prophet, I kept cool
Just a back-street gambler the luck to lo..ose
And when the heat came it was left on the ground, mama
Devil appeared to me jesus through the steam in the street, an'
Showed me a that even the cops couldn't beat
And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove 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 the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balancin', hold on by a thread
Well, too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
you get up to get out at your next stop, but they push you right down in your seat
And your heart starts beatin' faster as you to your feet
Then you're out of hole!, back on the street
And them south-side sisters, they sure pretty
And the cripple on the corner out "nickels for your pity"
And them down-town boys, they sure talk
It's so hard to be a in the c..c..city