《It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The》歌词

[00:00:00] It’s Hard To Be A Saint In The - Bruce Springsteen (布鲁斯·斯普林斯汀)

[00:00:11] We had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra

[00:00:23] I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

[00:00:30] We could walk like Brando right into the sun

[00:00:34] Then dance just like a Casanova

[00:00:39] With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet

[00:00:43] Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat

[00:00:46] When I strut down the street

[00:00:48] I could feel its heartbeat

[00:00:50] Oh women fell back and said

[00:00:52] Don't that man look pretty

[00:00:54] The cripple on the corner cried out

[00:00:56] Nickels for your pity

[00:00:58] Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

[00:01:01] It's so hard to be a saint in the city

[00:01:10] I was the king if the alley

[00:01:13] I could talk some trash

[00:01:18] I was the prince of the paupers

[00:01:20] Crowned downtown at the beggar's bash

[00:01:25] I was the pimp's main prophet

[00:01:27] I kept everythning cool

[00:01:29] A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

[00:01:32] And when the heat came down it was left on the ground

[00:01:37] The devil appeared like

[00:01:38] Jesus through the steam in the street

[00:01:40] Showin' me a hand

[00:01:42] I knew even the cops couldn't beat

[00:01:44] I felt his hot breath on my neck as

[00:01:45] I dove into the heat

[00:01:47] It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy

[00:01:57] And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead

[00:02:01] As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead

[00:02:05] They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread

[00:02:08] But it's too hot in these tunnels

[00:02:10] You can get hit up by the heat

[00:02:12] You get up to get out at your next stop

[00:02:14] But they push you back down in your seat

[00:02:16] Your heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet

[00:02:20] Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

[00:02:23] And them South Side sisters sure look pretty

[00:02:27] The cripple on the corner cries out

[00:02:29] Nickels for your pity

[00:02:31] And them downtown boys sure talk gritty

[00:02:34] It's so hard to be a saint in the city