Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

See him on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future of money, love and dreams
Which he spent like 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 comin'

He's a poet, oh, a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a when he's stoned
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back

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

But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the
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, he's a picker, a prophet, he's a liar
He's a 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
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way back

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