Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim;Chapter 33

See him wasted on the in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin' misfortunes like a smile
he had a future full of money, love, and dreams
Which he spent like they was outta style

And he right on a-changin' for the better or the worse
Searchin' for a shrine, never found
Never if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
Or if the goin' up was worth the down

He's a poet and he's a picker, he's a prophet and he's a
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when 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 your
And he's in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and for the stars
And losin' all he's along the way

But if this world keeps right on 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 a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and fiction
Takin' every wrong direction on his way back home

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