Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

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

And he right on a-changin' for the better or the worse
Searchin' for a he's never found
knowin' 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
a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly
ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely 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 keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever gets is and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the
The goin' up was 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 when he's
He's a contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way home

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