Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his
yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
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 better or the
Searchin' for a shrine never found
Never if believin' 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 pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, fiction
ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home

Well, he has tasted good and evil in your 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 world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the
And all he ever is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the
The goin' up was worth the comin'

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

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