Luyện nghe bài hát 33rd Of August

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

There's a big crowd at the
the blind man sings his song
But he sees, Lord, they can't understand

the 33rd of August, Lord
And I'm coming down
Eight days from
me Saturday bound

Once I through the darkness
Fell to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my

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

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

Though the demons danced and sang their
Within my brain
Not all my thoughts, Lord, were defiled

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

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