Luyện nghe bài hát The Priest They Called Him

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

hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall
It was getting late and no to score
He turned a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife
Cab stop ahead under a streetlight

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

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

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

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

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

"Now, what do you I told you!"
The Priest laid bills on the table
The doctor put the money in his pocket and 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 write you a prescription"
The doctor jerked a drawer
And slid an ampule the table
"That's all I have in the office!" The doctor up
"Take it and get out!" he screamed,
The Priest's did not change

The doctor in quieter tones
"After all, I'm a man
And I shouldn't be bothered by like you"
"Is that all you for me? One lousy quarter G?
Couldn't you 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 up along the bannister
He went into the
Yellow wall panels, dripping
And got his works under the washbasin
Wrapped in paper, back to his room
Get every in the dropper

He up his sleeve
he heard a groan from next door
Room 18, the Mexican kid there
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 had had enough bad news in his life
He heard the again, a groan he could feel
No mistaking groan and what it meant
"Maybe he had an or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly
With that sound through the wall"
Thin walls you

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

A bolt slid, the boy stood there in his shorts
Eyes with pain, he started to fall
The helped 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 knots of wood there in the legs
Dark shiny black leg
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle
It was then the cramps started"
And now he has the leg cramps
With junk interest

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

The boy was sleeping when the Priest Room 18
He back to his room and sat down on the bed
Then it hit him like heavy silent
All the junk yesterdays
He sat there, received the fix
And since he was himself a
There was no need to one