Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

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

And he right on a-changin' for the better or the worse
Searchin' for a he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a or a curse
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
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back

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

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

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

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