Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

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

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the better or the
for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the up was worth the comin' down

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

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

But if this world right on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down

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

From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the
The goin' up was worth the comin'