Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

Lord, today, there's no
The band's packed up and
Left me standing with my penny in my

There's a big crowd at the
Where the blind man sings his
He can see what they understand

It's the of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight days Sunday
me Saturday bound

Once I stumbled through the
Tumbled to my
A thousand voices screaming in my

I woke up in a squad car, down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as as hell
It like rain

It's the 33rd of
And I'm finally down
Eight from Sunday
me Saturday bound

But now I've got my dangerous
Under lock and
Killed my violent nature with a

Though the demons and sang their song
my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, defiled

It's the of August
And I'm touching down
Eight from Sunday
Brings me bound