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  • 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
    作曲 : Bruce Springsteen

    I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
    I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova
    I could walk like Brando into the sun, and dance just like a Casanova
    With my black-jack and jacket and my hair slicked sweet
    Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
    When I strut down the street I can hear its heartbeat
    The sisters fell back and said 'Don't that man look pretty'
    The cripple on the corner cried out 'Penny, nickels for your pity'
    Them gasoline boys down-town, they sure talk gritty
    It's so hard to be a saint in the city

    I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
    I was the Prince of the Paupers, crowned down-town at the Beggars' Bash
    I was a pimp's main prophet, I kept everything cool
    Just a back-street gambler with the luck to lose
    And when the heat came down it was left on the ground, mama
    Devil appeared to me like Jesus through the steam in the street, and
    Showed me a hand that even the cops couldn't beat
    And I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat, and
    It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a poor boy out on the street

    And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
    As the tracks clack out the rhythm, the eyes fixed straight ahead
    They ride the line of balancing, hold on by just a thread
    Well, it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
    When you get up to get out at your next stop
    but they push you right down in your seat
    And your heart starts beatin faster as you struggle to your feet
    Then you're out of that hole! Back on the street
    And them south-side sisters, they sure look pretty
    And the cripple on the corner cries out 'Nickels for your pity'
    And them down-town boys, they sure talk gritty
    It's so hard to be a saint in the city

  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
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    [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
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