Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim;Chapter 33

See him on the sidewalk 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' outta 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

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

He has tasted good and evil in bedrooms and your bars
And he's traded in tomorrow for
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the
And losin' all he's loved 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 of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down

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

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