Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

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

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

I stumbled through the darkness
Tumbled to my
A voices screaming in my brain

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

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

But now I've got my dangerous
lock and chain
Killed my nature with a smile

Though the danced and sang their song
Within my brain
Not all my thoughts, Lord, were defiled

the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight days from
me Saturday bound