Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo's Prayer

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

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

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

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

She said, "I can spot a broken from 20 miles away
So are you through or have you come to stay
You're running from a woman" she said 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 ahead and
And face the that I'm a circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's
sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer