Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

There's a big crowd at the
the blind man sings his song
He can see what they can't

the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight days Sunday
me Saturday bound

Once I stumbled the darkness
Tumbled to my
A thousand screaming in my brain

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

It's the of August
And I'm finally down
days from Sunday
Finds me bound

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

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

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