Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes a smile
he had a future full 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 he's never
Never knowin' if is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the goin' up was the comin' down

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

Well, he has tasted 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 loved along the way

But if this keeps right on turnin' 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 goin' up was worth the down

He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, a liar
a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his 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