โหลดเพลง mp3 It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City (Demo Version - 1972) - Bruce Springsteen

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City (Album Version) - Bruce Springsteen (布鲁斯·斯普林斯汀)

We had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra

I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

We could walk like Brando right into the sun

Then dance just like a Casanova

With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street
I could feel its heartbeat

Oh women fell back and said
Don't that man look pretty
The cripple on the corner cried out
Nickels for your pity

Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king if the alley
I could talk some trash

I was the prince of the paupers
Crowned downtown at the beggar's bash

I was the pimp's main prophet
I kept everythning cool

A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

The devil appeared like
Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand
I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as
I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead

As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels
You can get hit up by the heat

You get up to get out at your next stop
But they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty

The cripple on the corner cries out
Nickels for your pity
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city