Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

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

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

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

Well, he has tasted good and in your bedrooms and your bars
Has traded in for today
from his devils, Lord and reachin' for the stars
And all he's loved along the way

But if this world keeps on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever is older and around
From the of the cradle 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
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of directions on your lonesome way back home

the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was the comin' down