Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him wasted on the in his jacket and his jeans
yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a 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
for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the up was worth the comin' down

a poet, oh, he's a picker, he's 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, partly
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back

Well, he has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your
Has in tomorrow for today
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 or the worse
And all he ever gets is and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, 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' wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way back

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