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It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City - Bruce Springsteen (布鲁斯·斯普林斯汀)[00:00:00]
I had skin like leather[00:00:22]
And the diamond-hard look of a cobra[00:00:24]
I was born blue and weathered[00:00:29]
But I burst just like a supernova[00:00:31]
I could walk like Brando right into the sun[00:00:37]
Then dance just like a Casanova[00:00:40]
With my blackjack and jacket[00:00:45]
And hair slicked sweet[00:00:47]
Silver star studs on my duds[00:00:49]
Like a Harley in heat[00:00:51]
When I strut down the street[00:00:53]
I could feel it's heartbeat[00:00:54]
The sisters fell back[00:00:57]
And said "Don't that man look pretty"[00:00:58]
The cripple on the corner cried out[00:01:00]
"Nickels for your pity"[00:01:02]
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty[00:01:03]
It's so hard to be a saint in the city[00:01:06]
I was the king if the alley[00:01:15]
Mama I could talk some trash[00:01:17]
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown[00:01:22]
At the beggar's bash[00:01:25]
I was the pimp's main prophet[00:01:29]
I kept everything cool[00:01:31]
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose[00:01:33]
And when the heat came down[00:01:38]
It was left on the ground[00:01:40]
The devil appeared like[00:01:42]
Jesus through the steam in the street[00:01:43]
Showin' me a hand I knew[00:01:45]
Even the cops couldn't beat[00:01:47]
I felt his hot breath on my neck[00:01:49]
As I dove into the heat[00:01:50]
It's so hard to be a saint[00:01:52]
When you're just a boy out on the street[00:01:54]
And the sages of the subway sit[00:02:01]
Just like the living dead[00:02:02]
As the tracks clack out the rhythm[00:02:04]
Their eyes fixed straightahead[00:02:06]
They ride the line of balance[00:02:08]
And hold on by just a thread[00:02:09]
But it's too hot in these tunnels[00:02:11]
You can get hit up by the heat[00:02:13]
You get up to get out[00:02:15]
At your next stop but they push you[00:02:16]
Back down in your seat[00:02:18]
Your heart starts beatin' faster[00:02:18]
As you struggle to your feet[00:02:20]
You're outa that hole[00:02:22]
And back up on the street[00:02:24]
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty[00:02:25]
The cripple on the corner cries out[00:02:29]
"Nickels for your pity"[00:02:31]
And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty[00:02:33]
It's so hard to be a saint in the city[00:02:36]