Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrim

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

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the or the worse
Searchin' for a shrine he's found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a
Or if the goin' up was worth the 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 he's stoned
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way home

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

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

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

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