Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

There's a big crowd at the
Where the blind man 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
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 like

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

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

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

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