Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim;Chapter 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 like they was goin' outta

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 blessin' or a
Or if the up was worth the comin' down

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

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

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

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

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