Luyện nghe bài hát The Priest They Called Him

"Fight tuberculosis, folks"
Christmas Eve, an old selling Christmas seals
On North Park
The "Priest" they him
"Fight tuberculosis, folks"

People hurried by, gray shadows on a wall
It was getting and no money to score
He turned into a side and the lake wind hit him like a knife
Cab stop just ahead under a

Boy got out a suitcase
Thin kid in prep school
Familiar face, the Priest told
Watching the doorway.

"Reminds me of a long time ago"
The boy, there, his overcoat
Unbuttoned, into his pants pocket for the cab fare
The cab drove away and turned the
The boy went a building

"Hmm, yes, maybe," the suitcase was in the doorway
The boy nowhere in
Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move
He picked up the suitcase and for the corner
Made it, down at the case
It didn't look like the case the boy had or any boy would
The Priest couldn't put his finger on was so old about the case
Old and dirty, poor quality and heavy
Better see inside

He into Lincoln Park
Found an empty and opened the case
Two human legs that belonged to a young man
With dark skin, shiny leg hairs
Glittered in the dim
The legs had been into the case
And he had to use his knee on the of the case to shove them out
"Legs, yet," he said and walked quickly with the case.
bring a few dollars to score

The buyer suspiciously
"Kind of a smell about it"
"It's Mexican leather"
"Well, some joker didn't it"
The buyer looked at the with cold disfavor
"Not even right sure he killed it, it is
Three is the I can do and it hurts
But this is Christmas and you're the Priest"
He slipped three bills under the table the Priest's dirty hand
The Priest faded into the shadows, seedy and furtive
Three didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel
Say, remember that old croaker told me not to come back
Unless I paid him the three I owe him
Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya, blow your stack three lousy cents
The was not pleased to see him

"Now, do you want? I told you!"
The Priest laid three on the table
The doctor put the money in his and started to scream
"I've had trouble! People have around!
I may my license!"
The Priest sat there
Eyes, old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctor's
"I can't you a prescription"
The doctor jerked a drawer
And slid an across the table
"That's all I in the office!" The doctor stood up
"Take it and get out!" he screamed,
The expression did not change

The doctor added in tones
"After all, I'm a man
And I be bothered by people like you"
"Is that all you for me? One lousy quarter G?
you lend me a nickel?"
"Get out, get out, call the police I tell you"
"All right, doctor, I'm going"

Of course it was and far walk to rooming house
A shabby street, on the top floor
"These stairs," the Priest
There himself up along the bannister
He went the bathroom
wall panels, toilet dripping
And got his works from the washbasin
in brown paper, back to his room
Get every drop in the

He rolled up his
Then he heard a from next door
18, the Mexican kid lived there
The had passed him on the stairs
And saw the kid was
But he never spoke because he didn't any juvenile connections
Bad news in any

The had had enough bad news in his life
He heard the again, a groan he could feel
No mistaking that groan and it meant
"Maybe he had an or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my medications
that sound coming through the wall"
Thin you understand

The Priest put his dropper
Cold hall and on the door of Room 18
"Quien es?"
"It's the Priest, kid, I live door"
He could hear someone across the floor

A bolt slid, the boy stood there in his underwear
Eyes black with pain, he to fall
The Priest him over to the bed
"What's wrong, son?"
"It's my legs, seor,
And now I am medicine"

The could see the cramps
Like of wood there in the young legs
Dark shiny black leg
"A few years ago I damaged in a bicycle race
It was then the cramps started"
And now he has the leg cramps
With compound interest

The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
He inclined his head as if in prayer, back and got his dropper
"It's just a G, kid"
"I do not much, seor"

The boy was sleeping the Priest left Room 18
He back to his room and sat down on the bed
it hit him like heavy silent snow
All the junk yesterdays
He sat there, the immaculate fix
And he was himself a priest
was no need to call one