Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo's Prayer

Under bridges, beneath trestles in the of dead trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving
A society moves out in the night
Ragged rebels, homeless hobos and like me who've lost the light

St. Peter is a to all the hobo world
An expert on everything from caviar to
I met him of Memphis on the 8th of July
He me a can of beans and a rusty knife

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

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

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

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