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

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the or the worse
Searchin' for a he's never found
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, he's a prophet, he's a
He's a and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry direction on his lonely way back home

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

But if world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he gets is older and around
From the of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the down

He's a poet, he's a picker, he's a prophet, a liar
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
There's a lot of wrong on your lonesome way back home

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