Luyện nghe bài hát Local Hero

I was driving my hometown
I was just kinda killin'
I seen a face staring out of a black velvet painting
From the window of the and dime
I quite recall the name
But the looked familiar to me
So I the salesgirl "Who was that man
Between the doberman and Lee ?"
She "Just a local hero"
"Local hero" she with a smile
"Yeah a local hero he to live here for a while"

I met a stranger in black
At the train
He "Son your soul can be saved"
There's beautiful nights of low livin'
And dangerous money to be made
There's a big 'cross the whiskey line
And if we turn the cards up
make us boss the devil pays off
And them folks that are real up
get their local hero
Somebody the right style
They get local hero
Somebody with the right smile

Well I learned my job I learned it
Fit with religion and a story to tell
First they made me the king then they me pope
they brought the rope

I woke to a girl sayin' "Drink this"
Well my hands had lost all
These I'm feeling all right
'Cept I can't my courage from my desperation
From the chalice
I drunk some heady wine
Tonight I'm layin'
But something in my ear
Sayin' there's a little just beaneath the floodline
Needs a local
Somebody with the style
for a local hero
Someone with the right
hero local hero she said with a smile
Local hero he used to live here for a