Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's like a smile
he had a future full of money, love and dreams
Which he spent they was goin' out of style

And he right on a-changin' 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 goin' up was worth the 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 he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry direction on his lonely way back home

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

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

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

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