《It’s Hard to Be a Saint in the City》歌词

[00:00:00] It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City - Bruce Springsteen (布鲁斯·斯普林斯汀)

[00:00:22] I had skin like leather

[00:00:24] And the diamond-hard look of a cobra

[00:00:29] I was born blue and weathered

[00:00:31] But I burst just like a supernova

[00:00:37] I could walk like Brando right into the sun

[00:00:40] Then dance just like a Casanova

[00:00:45] With my blackjack and jacket

[00:00:47] And hair slicked sweet

[00:00:49] Silver star studs on my duds

[00:00:51] Like a Harley in heat

[00:00:53] When I strut down the street

[00:00:54] I could feel it's heartbeat

[00:00:57] The sisters fell back

[00:00:58] And said "Don't that man look pretty"

[00:01:00] The cripple on the corner cried out

[00:01:02] "Nickels for your pity"

[00:01:03] Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty

[00:01:06] It's so hard to be a saint in the city

[00:01:15] I was the king if the alley

[00:01:17] Mama I could talk some trash

[00:01:22] I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown

[00:01:25] At the beggar's bash

[00:01:29] I was the pimp's main prophet

[00:01:31] I kept everything cool

[00:01:33] Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose

[00:01:38] And when the heat came down

[00:01:40] It was left on the ground

[00:01:42] The devil appeared like

[00:01:43] Jesus through the steam in the street

[00:01:45] Showin' me a hand I knew

[00:01:47] Even the cops couldn't beat

[00:01:49] I felt his hot breath on my neck

[00:01:50] As I dove into the heat

[00:01:52] It's so hard to be a saint

[00:01:54] When you're just a boy out on the street

[00:02:01] And the sages of the subway sit

[00:02:02] Just like the living dead

[00:02:04] As the tracks clack out the rhythm

[00:02:06] Their eyes fixed straightahead

[00:02:08] They ride the line of balance

[00:02:09] And hold on by just a thread

[00:02:11] But it's too hot in these tunnels

[00:02:13] You can get hit up by the heat

[00:02:15] You get up to get out

[00:02:16] At your next stop but they push you

[00:02:18] Back down in your seat

[00:02:18] Your heart starts beatin' faster

[00:02:20] As you struggle to your feet

[00:02:22] You're outa that hole

[00:02:24] And back up on the street

[00:02:25] And them South Side sisters sure look pretty

[00:02:29] The cripple on the corner cries out

[00:02:31] "Nickels for your pity"

[00:02:33] And them downtown boys they sure talk gritty

[00:02:36] It's so hard to be a saint in the city