Представляем точный текст композиции "Its Hard to Be a Saint in the City" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bruce Springsteen . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Its Hard to Be a Saint in the City» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bruce Springsteen передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bruce Springsteen - "Its Hard to Be a Saint in the City"
Lyrics to Its Hard to Be a Saint in the City : 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 supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat The sisters fell back and said "Dont that man look pretty" The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk gritty Its so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggars bash I was the pimps main prophet I kept everything cool A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin me a hand I knew even the cops couldnt beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat Its so hard to be a saint when youre just a boy And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But its too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beatin faster as you struggle to your feet Then youre outa that hole and back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity" And them downtown boys sure talk gritty Its so hard to be a saint in the city [ Its Hard to Be a Saint in the City Lyrics ]
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