Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo's Prayer

Written by Stuart

Under bridges, trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring rain
A silent society moves out in the
Ragged rebels, hobos and those like me
Who've lost the
St. Peter is a to all the hobo world
An expert on everything 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 "everything out here ain't what it seems
And when you're to nothing
Just go ahead and
Face the fact you're circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now the hobo's prayer"

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

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

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