Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Luck Saint

He said he America with nothin' but a paper sack
The first sight he remembered was the of Liberty's back.
He lost his mama on the Brooklyn when he was just thirteen
He made his way out west; he'd some pictures in a magazine

He worked a while as a roughneck in the Floydada Black Oil
And the Fat Oilmen of Texas would him a-tap his heels
As the oil poured in and the cotton grew and the Cadillacs fell rain
He did the work of a men and never did complain

If you added up his troubles they'd fill the sky
But he more in an hour than most men in their lives
He never preached a sermon and an he ain't
But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck

He worked his way to a cotton town down 84
And that is i met him in a used clothing store
With my mama and my papa, Mark and Muleshoe Bill
I remember tearstains on a dusty window sill

If you up his troubles they'd fill the prairie sky
But he lived more in an than most men in their lives
He never preached a sermon and an angel he
But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Saint

He never around long but he never said 'goodbye'
No tellin' where he went to, he walked a rugged
He might just pass your town one of these a-hard luck days
And pass right through to the other goin' his hard luck ways

If you added up his troubles they'd the prairie sky
He more in an hour than most men in their lives
He never preached a sermon and an angel he
But anyone can you he's a Hard Luck Saint