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 future of money, love and dreams
Which he like they was goin' out of style

And he keeps right on 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 down

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

Well, he has tasted good and evil in your and your bars
Has traded in for today
Runnin' his devils, Lord and reachin' for the stars
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
the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down

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

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