Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

Lord, today, no salvation
The band's packed up and
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 of August
And I'm finally down
Eight from Sunday
Brings me Saturday

I stumbled through the darkness
Tumbled to my
A thousand voices screaming in my

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

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

But now I've got my dangerous
lock and chain
Killed my nature with a smile

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

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