Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

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

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

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

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

the 33rd of August
And I'm touching down
Eight days Sunday
Finds me bound

But now got my dangerous feelings
Under and chain
Killed my violent nature a smile

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

It's the of August
And I'm touching down
days from Sunday
Brings me bound