Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his
Wearin' misfortunes like 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 found
Never knowin' if believin' is a 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
a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his way back home

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

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

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, partly truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way home
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way home

From the rockin' of the cradle to the of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down