Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

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

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

Once I stumbled through the
to my knees
A thousand voices in my brain

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

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

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

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

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