Luyện nghe bài hát Local Hero

I was driving through my
I was kinda killin' time
When I a face staring out of a black velvet painting
From the of the five and dime
I couldn't recall the name
But the looked familiar to me
So I the salesgirl "Who was that man
the doberman and Bruce Lee ?"
She said "Just a hero"
"Local hero" she said with a
"Yeah a local hero he used to here for a while"

I met a dressed in black
At the station
He "Son your soul can be saved"
There's beautiful women nights of low
And some dangerous to be made
There's a big 'cross the whiskey line
And if we turn the right up
They make us boss the devil off
And them folks that are hard up
get their local hero
Somebody with the style
They get their hero
with just the right smile

Well I learned my job I learned it
Fit myself with religion and a story to
First they made me the then they made me pope
Then brought the rope

I woke to a gypsy sayin' "Drink this"
my hands had lost all sensation
These days I'm feeling all
'Cept I can't my courage from my desperation
From the chalice
Well I drunk heady wine
Tonight I'm layin'
But something in my ear
Sayin' there's a town just beaneath the floodline
Needs a local
with the right style
Lookin' for a hero
Someone with the right
hero local hero she said with a smile
Local hero he used to here for a while