Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his and his jeans
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes a smile
Once he had a future of money, love and dreams
Which he spent 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 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, truth, partly fiction
ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home

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

But if this world keeps on turnin' for the better or the worse
And all he ever gets is and around
From the rockin' of the to the rollin' 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 when he's
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way back

From the rockin' of the to the rollin' of the hearse
The goin' up was worth the comin'