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 full of money, and dreams
Which he spent like they was out of style

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the or the worse
Searchin' for a shrine he's found
Never if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the goin' up was the comin' down

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

Well, he has tasted good and evil in your and your bars
Has traded in tomorrow for
Runnin' his devils, Lord and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all loved along the way

But if this world keeps on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever gets is older and
the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the comin'

He's a poet, a picker, he's a prophet, he's a liar
a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem 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 lonesome way back home

From the rockin' of the to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the down