Luyện nghe bài hát Local Hero

I was driving through my
I was just killin' time
When I seen a face staring out of a velvet painting
the window of the five and dime
I quite recall the name
But the pose familiar to me
So I the salesgirl "Who was that man
Between the and Bruce Lee ?"
She said "Just a hero"
"Local hero" she with a smile
"Yeah a local he used to live here for a while"

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

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

I to a gypsy girl sayin' "Drink this"
Well my had lost all sensation
These days I'm all right
I can't tell my courage from my desperation
From the tainted
Well I drunk heady wine
I'm layin' here
But something in my ear
Sayin' there's a little town just beaneath the
Needs a hero
with the right style
Lookin' for a local
with the right smile
Local hero local she said with a smile
hero he used to live here for a while