Luyện nghe bài hát Last, Lonely, and Wretched

(Words and by Joan Baez)

You're tired and poor,
you to be free,
but in Godforsaken land
you find no home, no
on the many roads you've wandered
since the day of birth.
become one of the last,
and wretched.

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

Your eyes are and frightening
at the same they are blessed
and I if God died,
turned his or only just rested.
And you walked out on the day
through the big gates and on way
to one of the last,
and wretched.

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

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

1970, 1971 Music (ASCAP)