Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a
Once he had a full of money, love and dreams
Which he spent like they was out of style

And he keeps right on for the better or the worse
for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a
Or if the goin' up was worth the down

a poet, oh, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back

Well, he has tasted good and evil in bedrooms and your bars
Has in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all he's loved the way

But if this keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever gets is and around
From the rockin' of the to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was the comin' down

He's a poet, a picker, he's a prophet, he's a liar
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back
There's a lot of directions on your lonesome way back home

From the rockin' of the to the rollin' of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down