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 burst just a super-nova
I could walk like brando into the sun, an' dance just like a casanova
With my black-jack and and my hair slicked sweet
Silver on my duds just like a harley in heat
When I strut 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, nickels for pity"
Them gasoline boys down-town, sure talk gritty
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 at the beggars' bash
I was a pimps prophet, I kept everything cool
Just a gambler with the luck to lo..ose
And the heat came down it was left 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 saint when 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 eyes fixed straight
They ride the line of balancin', hold on by 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 seat
And your heart starts faster as you struggle to your feet
you're out of that hole!, back on the street
And them sisters, they sure look pretty
And the cripple on the corner cries out "nickels for pity"
And down-town boys, they sure talk gritty
so hard to be a saint in the c..c..city