Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

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

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

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

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

It's the of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight days from
Finds me bound

But now I've got my feelings
lock and chain
Killed my violent nature a smile

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

It's the of August
And I'm finally touching
days from Sunday
Brings me Saturday