Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim;Chapter 33

See him wasted on the in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' 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 or the worse
Searchin' for a shrine, he's never
Never knowin' if is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the goin' up was the comin' down

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

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your
And he's in tomorrow for today
from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all 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
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the
The up was worth the comin' down

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

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