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 find no home, no
on the many roads you've wandered
the day of your birth.
You've one of the last,
and wretched.

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

Your eyes are wild and
at the same time they are
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 were fed.
You and played
you got teary,
ran to your
you were weary.

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

1970, Chandos Music (ASCAP)