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

I was the king of the alley, mama, I could some trash
I was the prince of the paupers, crowned down-town at the beggars'
I was a pimps main prophet, I everything cool
Just a gambler with the luck to lo..ose
And when the heat came down it was on the ground, mama
Devil to me like jesus through 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 hard to be a when you're just a poor bo..oy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the fixed straight ahead
They the line of balancin', hold on by just a thread
Well, it's too hot in 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 down in seat
And your heart starts faster as you struggle to your feet
Then out of that hole!, back on the street
And them south-side sisters, they sure look
And the cripple on the corner out "nickels for your pity"
And them boys, they sure talk gritty
It's so to be a saint in the c..c..city