Luyện nghe bài hát The Priest They Called Him

"Fight tuberculosis, folks"
Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas
On North Street
The "Priest" called him
"Fight tuberculosis, folks"

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

Boy got out with a
Thin kid in prep clothes
Familiar face, the told himself
Watching the doorway.

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

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

He turned into Park
Found an place and opened the case
Two severed human legs that belonged to a man
With dark skin, black leg hairs
Glittered in the dim
The legs had been forced into the
And he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove out
"Legs, yet," he said and walked away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to

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

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

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

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

He up his sleeve
Then he heard a groan from door
Room 18, the Mexican kid lived
The had passed him on the stairs
And saw the kid was
But he spoke because he didn't want any juvenile connections
Bad in any language

The Priest had had enough bad news in his
He heard the groan again, a he could feel
No mistaking that groan and it meant
"Maybe he had an or something.
In any case, I enjoy my priestly medications
With that sound through the wall"
Thin walls you

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

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

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

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

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