It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City-David Bowie
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[00:00.00]It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)
[00:24.26]I had skin like leather and
[00:26.36]The diamond hard look of a cobra
[00:32.10]I was born blue and weathered
[00:34.33]But I burst just like a super nova
[00:40.08]I could walk like Brando right into the sun
[00:44.31]And dance just like a Casanova
[00:50.17]With my black jack and jacket and
[00:52.24]My hair slicked sweet
[00:54.14]Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
[00:58.09]When I strut down the street
[00:59.90]I can hear it's heartbeat
[01:02.60]The sisters fell back and said
[01:04.48]Don't that man look pretty
[01:06.56]The cripple on the corner cried out Penny
[01:09.29]Nickels for your pity
[01:10.40]Them gasoline boys down town they sure talk gritty
[01:14.06]It's so hard to be a saint in the city
[01:24.04]I was the king of the alley mama
[01:26.57]I could talk some trash
[01:31.64]I was the Prince of the Paupers
[01:34.13]Crowned down town at the Beggars Bash
[01:39.65]I was a pimps main prophet I kept everything cool
[01:43.77]Just a back street gambler with the luck to lo ose
[01:49.59]And when the heat came down it was left
[01:52.84]On the ground mama
[01:54.34]Devil appeared to me like Jesus through
[01:56.20]The steam in the street an
[01:58.38]Showed me a hand that even
[02:00.43]The cops couldn't beat
[02:01.73]And I felt his hot breath
[02:03.34]On my neck as I dove into the heat
[02:05.61]And It's so hard to be a saint
[02:08.10]When you're just a poor bo-oy out on the street
[02:15.56]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
[02:19.29]As the tracks clack out the rhythm
[02:21.27]The eyes fixed straight ahead
[02:23.43]They ride the line of balancing
[02:25.38]Hold on by just a thread
[02:27.25]Well it's too hot in these tunnels
[02:29.31]You can get hit up by the heat
[02:31.21]When you get up to get out at your next stop
[02:33.52]But they push you right down in your seat
[02:35.52]And your heart starts beating faster
[02:37.33]As you struggle to your feet
[02:38.91]Then you're out of that hole back on the street
[02:43.05]And them south side sisters
[02:45.35]They sure look pretty
[02:47.56]And the cripple on the corner
[02:49.39]Cries out Nickels for your pity
[02:51.64]And them down town boys
[02:53.46]They sure talk gritty
[02:55.22]It's so hard to be a saint in the c c city
[ar:David Bowie]
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[00:00.00]It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)
[00:24.26]I had skin like leather and
[00:26.36]The diamond hard look of a cobra
[00:32.10]I was born blue and weathered
[00:34.33]But I burst just like a super nova
[00:40.08]I could walk like Brando right into the sun
[00:44.31]And dance just like a Casanova
[00:50.17]With my black jack and jacket and
[00:52.24]My hair slicked sweet
[00:54.14]Silver studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
[00:58.09]When I strut down the street
[00:59.90]I can hear it's heartbeat
[01:02.60]The sisters fell back and said
[01:04.48]Don't that man look pretty
[01:06.56]The cripple on the corner cried out Penny
[01:09.29]Nickels for your pity
[01:10.40]Them gasoline boys down town they sure talk gritty
[01:14.06]It's so hard to be a saint in the city
[01:24.04]I was the king of the alley mama
[01:26.57]I could talk some trash
[01:31.64]I was the Prince of the Paupers
[01:34.13]Crowned down town at the Beggars Bash
[01:39.65]I was a pimps main prophet I kept everything cool
[01:43.77]Just a back street gambler with the luck to lo ose
[01:49.59]And when the heat came down it was left
[01:52.84]On the ground mama
[01:54.34]Devil appeared to me like Jesus through
[01:56.20]The steam in the street an
[01:58.38]Showed me a hand that even
[02:00.43]The cops couldn't beat
[02:01.73]And I felt his hot breath
[02:03.34]On my neck as I dove into the heat
[02:05.61]And It's so hard to be a saint
[02:08.10]When you're just a poor bo-oy out on the street
[02:15.56]And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
[02:19.29]As the tracks clack out the rhythm
[02:21.27]The eyes fixed straight ahead
[02:23.43]They ride the line of balancing
[02:25.38]Hold on by just a thread
[02:27.25]Well it's too hot in these tunnels
[02:29.31]You can get hit up by the heat
[02:31.21]When you get up to get out at your next stop
[02:33.52]But they push you right down in your seat
[02:35.52]And your heart starts beating faster
[02:37.33]As you struggle to your feet
[02:38.91]Then you're out of that hole back on the street
[02:43.05]And them south side sisters
[02:45.35]They sure look pretty
[02:47.56]And the cripple on the corner
[02:49.39]Cries out Nickels for your pity
[02:51.64]And them down town boys
[02:53.46]They sure talk gritty
[02:55.22]It's so hard to be a saint in the c c city
