Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard to Be a Saint in The City

I had skin like and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova
I could walk like brando right into the sun, an' dance just like a
my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
Silver studs on my just like a harley in heat
I strut down the street I can hear its' heartbeat
The sisters fell back and "don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "penny, for your pity"
Them gasoline down-town, they sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the

I was the king of the alley, mama, I talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers, down-town at the beggars' bash
I was a pimps prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a back-street gambler the luck to lo..ose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground,
Devil appeared to me like jesus the steam in the street, an'
Showed me a hand that the cops couldn't beat
And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and it's so 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 out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
ride 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 stop, but they push you right down in your seat
And heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're out of hole!, back on the street
And them south-side sisters, sure look pretty
And the on the corner cries out "nickels for your pity"
And them down-town boys, sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a in the c..c..city