Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo's Prayer

Written by Marty

bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring rain
A society moves out in the night
Ragged rebels, hobos and those like me
Who've lost the
St. Peter is a prophet to all the world
An expert on everything caviar to girls
I met him west of 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 you're down to nothing
Just go ahead and
Face the fact that you're circle in a full of squares
sorrows for tomorrows, now that's the hobo's prayer"

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

She said, "I can spot a broken heart from 20 miles
So are you passing 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

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