Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim;Chapter 33

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

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the better or the
Searchin' for a shrine, he's never
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin'

He's a poet and he's a picker, he's a and he's a pusher
a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
He's a contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Takin' every wrong on his lonely way back home

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

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

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

There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way home