Luyện nghe bài hát 33rd Of August

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

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

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

Once I stumbled the darkness
down to my knees
A thousand voices in my brain

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

Now, I've got my feeling
Under and chain
killed my violent nature with a smile

Though the demons danced and sang their
Within my fevered
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were

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

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