It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City Lyrics
| Song | It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City |
| Artist | David Bowie |
| Album | The Best Of David Bowie 1974-79 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:15.271] | |
| [00:24.615] | I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra |
| [00:32.320] | I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova |
| [00:40.295] | I could walk like Brando into the sun, and dance just like a Casanova |
| [00:50.307] | With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet |
| [00:54.303] | Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat |
| [00:58.194] | When I strut down the street I can hear its heartbeat |
| [01:02.728] | The sisters fell back and said 'Don't that man look pretty' |
| [01:06.770] | The cripple on the corner cried out 'Penny, nickels for your pity' |
| [01:10.405] | Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty |
| [01:14.033] | It's so hard to be a saint in the city |
| [01:18.487] | |
| [01:24.110] | I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash |
| [01:31.678] | I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash |
| [01:39.633] | I was a pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool |
| [01:43.708] | Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lose |
| [01:49.653] | And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama |
| [01:54.552] | Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, and |
| [01:58.291] | Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat |
| [02:01.473] | And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and |
| [02:05.192] | It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor boy out on the street |
| [02:13.292] | |
| [02:15.563] | And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead |
| [02:19.154] | As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead |
| [02:23.323] | They ride the line of balancing, hold on by just a thread |
| [02:27.089] | Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat |
| [02:30.991] | When you get up to get out at your next stop |
| [02:33.301] | but they push you right down in your seat |
| [02:35.434] | And your heart starts beatin faster as you struggle to your feet |
| [02:38.714] | Then you're out of that hole! Back on the street |
| [02:42.893] | And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty |
| [02:47.080] | And the cripple on the corner cries out 'Nickels for your pity' |
| [02:51.051] | And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty |
| [02:55.142] | It's so hard to be a saint in the city |
| [03:02.234] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:15.271] | |
| [00:24.615] | I had skin like leather and the diamondhard look of a cobra |
| [00:32.320] | I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova |
| [00:40.295] | I could walk like Brando into the sun, and dance just like a Casanova |
| [00:50.307] | With my blackjack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet |
| [00:54.303] | Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat |
| [00:58.194] | When I strut down the street I can hear its heartbeat |
| [01:02.728] | The sisters fell back and said ' Don' t that man look pretty' |
| [01:06.770] | The cripple on the corner cried out ' Penny, nickels for your pity' |
| [01:10.405] | Them gasoline boys downtown, they sure talk gritty |
| [01:14.033] | It' s so hard to be a saint in the city |
| [01:18.487] | |
| [01:24.110] | I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash |
| [01:31.678] | I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned downtown at the Beggars' Bash |
| [01:39.633] | I was a pimp' s main prophet, I kept everything cool |
| [01:43.708] | Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose |
| [01:49.653] | And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama |
| [01:54.552] | Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, and |
| [01:58.291] | Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn' t beat |
| [02:01.473] | And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and |
| [02:05.192] | It' s so hard to be a saint when you' re just a poor boy out on the street |
| [02:13.292] | |
| [02:15.563] | And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead |
| [02:19.154] | As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead |
| [02:23.323] | They ride the line of balancing, hold on by just a thread |
| [02:27.089] | Well, it' s too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat |
| [02:30.991] | When you get up to get out at your next stop |
| [02:33.301] | but they push you right down in your seat |
| [02:35.434] | And your heart starts beatin faster as you struggle to your feet |
| [02:38.714] | Then you' re out of that hole! Back on the street |
| [02:42.893] | And them southside sisters, they sure look pretty |
| [02:47.080] | And the cripple on the corner cries out ' Nickels for your pity' |
| [02:51.051] | And them downtown boys, they sure talk gritty |
| [02:55.142] | It' s so hard to be a saint in the city |
| [03:02.234] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen |
| [00:15.271] | |
| [00:24.615] | I had skin like leather and the diamondhard look of a cobra |
| [00:32.320] | I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova |
| [00:40.295] | I could walk like Brando into the sun, and dance just like a Casanova |
| [00:50.307] | With my blackjack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet |
| [00:54.303] | Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat |
| [00:58.194] | When I strut down the street I can hear its heartbeat |
| [01:02.728] | The sisters fell back and said ' Don' t that man look pretty' |
| [01:06.770] | The cripple on the corner cried out ' Penny, nickels for your pity' |
| [01:10.405] | Them gasoline boys downtown, they sure talk gritty |
| [01:14.033] | It' s so hard to be a saint in the city |
| [01:18.487] | |
| [01:24.110] | I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash |
| [01:31.678] | I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned downtown at the Beggars' Bash |
| [01:39.633] | I was a pimp' s main prophet, I kept everything cool |
| [01:43.708] | Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose |
| [01:49.653] | And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama |
| [01:54.552] | Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, and |
| [01:58.291] | Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn' t beat |
| [02:01.473] | And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and |
| [02:05.192] | It' s so hard to be a saint when you' re just a poor boy out on the street |
| [02:13.292] | |
| [02:15.563] | And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead |
| [02:19.154] | As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead |
| [02:23.323] | They ride the line of balancing, hold on by just a thread |
| [02:27.089] | Well, it' s too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat |
| [02:30.991] | When you get up to get out at your next stop |
| [02:33.301] | but they push you right down in your seat |
| [02:35.434] | And your heart starts beatin faster as you struggle to your feet |
| [02:38.714] | Then you' re out of that hole! Back on the street |
| [02:42.893] | And them southside sisters, they sure look pretty |
| [02:47.080] | And the cripple on the corner cries out ' Nickels for your pity' |
| [02:51.051] | And them downtown boys, they sure talk gritty |
| [02:55.142] | It' s so hard to be a saint in the city |
| [03:02.234] |
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