Luyện nghe bài hát Last, Lonely, and Wretched

(Words and by Joan Baez)

You're and you're poor,
you to be free,
but in this Godforsaken
you no home, no family
on the roads that you've wandered
since the day of birth.
You've one of the last,
and wretched.

Your is matted,
face and hands are dirty,
and the years you've toiled
must number near thirty.
The deepening of a
finally into madness.
You are one of the last,
and wretched.

Your are wild and frightening
at the time they are blessed
and I if God died,
turned his back or only rested.
And you out on the seventh day
through the big and on your way
to one of the last,
and wretched.

For you were a child.
Your cheeks red,
you well fed.
You laughed and
you got teary,
ran to mother
you were weary.

But somewhere you forsaken
alone I'll not bear the
and all was taken,
your mind, your body, name.
us our unkindness,
our and our blindness,
you, all the last,
and wretched.
us, all the last,
and wretched.

1970, 1971 Music (ASCAP)