Luyện nghe bài hát Last, Lonely, and Wretched

(Words and Music by Baez)

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

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

Your eyes are wild and
at the same they are blessed
and I if God died,
turned his back or just 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 were red,
you were fed.
You and played
you got teary,
ran to mother
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, 1971 Chandos (ASCAP)