Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrim

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a
Once he had a future of money, love and dreams
Which he spent like they was out of style

And he keeps right on for the better or the worse
Searchin' for a shrine he's never
knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, oh, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong on his lonely way back home

Well, he has tasted good and in your bedrooms and your bars
Has in tomorrow for today
from his devils, Lord and reachin' for the stars
And all he's loved along the way

But if this keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the down

He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, a liar
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, truth, partly fiction
Takin' wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on your way back home

the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was the comin' down