Luyện nghe bài hát 33rd Of August

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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