Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

a big crowd at the station
Where the blind man his song
He can see what can't understand

It's the 33rd of
And I'm finally touching
days from Sunday
Brings me bound

Once I through the darkness
Tumbled to my
A thousand screaming in my brain

I woke up in a car, busted down for vagrancy
my cell as sure as hell
It looked like

It's the of August
And I'm finally down
Eight days Sunday
Finds me Saturday

But now I've got my feelings
Under and chain
my violent nature with a smile

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

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