Luyện nghe bài hát The Priest They Called Him

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

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

Boy got out with a
kid in prep school clothes
Familiar face, the Priest told
from the doorway.

"Reminds me of a long 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 inside a building

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

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

The sniffed suspiciously
"Kind of a smell about it"
"It's Mexican leather"
"Well, some joker didn't it"
The buyer at the case with cold disfavor
"Not even sure he killed it, whatever it is
is the best I can do and it hurts
But since this is Christmas and the Priest"
He slipped three bills under the table into the Priest's hand
The Priest faded into the shadows, seedy and furtive
Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a
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 for ya, blow your stack about three lousy cents
The was not pleased to see him

"Now, do you want? I told you!"
The Priest laid bills on the table
The put the money 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 doctor's
"I can't you a prescription"
The doctor open 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 expression did not change

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

Of course it was cold and far walk to rooming
A shabby street, room on the top
"These stairs," coughed the
There pulling up along the bannister
He into the bathroom
Yellow panels, toilet dripping
And got his works under the washbasin
in brown paper, back to his room
Get drop 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 never spoke because he didn't want any connections
Bad news in any

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

The Priest put his dropper
Cold hall and knocked on the 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 in his underwear shorts
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 knots of wood in the young legs
Dark shiny leg hairs
"A few years ago I myself in a bicycle race
It was that the cramps started"
And now he has the leg cramps
With junk interest

The old stood there, feeling the boy groan
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 went back to his and sat down on the bed
Then it hit him heavy silent snow
All the junk yesterdays
He sat there, the immaculate fix
And since he was a priest
There was no to call one