Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo's Prayer

Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring rain
A silent society moves out in the
Ragged rebels, homeless and those like me who've lost the light

St. Peter is a prophet to all the hobo
An expert on from caviar to girls
I met him west of on the 8th of July
He handed me a can of beans and a knife

And he said "Everything out ain't what it seems
And you're down to nothing, just go ahead and dream
Face the fact that you're circle in a full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now the hobo's prayer"

Mother Mary is a from down in New Orleans
She's seen a lot of living she was 17
She said, "I'm bona fide and worldly wise, with parts
'Cept for what set me to traveling, I'm about my heart"

She said, "I can spot a broken heart from 20 away
So are you passing through or you come to stay
You're from a woman" she said with a grin
"So you got to say" and I said, "I am a pilgrim"

Where everything out here ain't what it
When I'm down to nothing, I just go and dream
And face the that I'm a circle in a world full of squares
Trading for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer
sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer