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

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

And the sages of the sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight
ride the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the
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 that hole!, back on the
And them south-side sisters, they sure look
And the cripple on the corner out "nickels for your pity"
And them down-town boys, they sure gritty
so hard to be a saint in the c..c..city