Luyện nghe bài hát 33rd Of August

Well, today there's no
The packed up and gone
And I'm left standing my penny in my hand

There's a big crowd at the
Where the blind man his song
But he sees, Lord, what they understand

It's the of August, Lord
And I'm finally down
Eight from Sunday
Finds me Saturday

Once I stumbled the darkness
Fell down to my
A thousand screaming in my brain

up in a squad car
Busted for vagrancy
And my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain

Now, got my dangerous feeling
Under lock and
I've killed my violent with a smile

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

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

time's at night, Lord, you know
I can still the pain
And, outside my cell, it sure as hell, it like rain