Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrim

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

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the better or the
Searchin' for a shrine never found
knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the goin' up was worth the down

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

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

But if this keeps right 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 up was worth the comin' down

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

From the rockin' of the cradle to the of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the comin'