Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

Lord, today, no salvation
The packed up and gone
Left me standing with my in my hand

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 finally down
Eight from Sunday
me Saturday bound

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

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

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

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

Though the demons danced and their song
Within my fevered
Not all my thoughts, Lord, were defiled

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