Luyện nghe bài hát 33rd Of August

Well, there's no salvation
The band's packed up and
And I'm left standing with my in my hand

a big crowd at the station
Where the man sings his song
But he sees, Lord, what they can't

It's the of August, Lord
And I'm finally coming
Eight days from
Finds me bound

I stumbled through the darkness
Fell to my knees
A thousand screaming in my brain

Woke up in a car
down for vagrancy
And outside my cell, it as hell, it looked like rain

Now, got my dangerous feeling
lock and chain
I've killed my violent nature a smile

Though the demons and sang their songs
Within my fevered
Not all my thoughts, Lord, were defiled

Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for
Yesterday's news was old
So I it away

Some time's at night, Lord, you
I can feel the pain
And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looks like