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 like they was goin' outta style

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the or the worse
for a shrine, he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a 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 pilgrim and a preacher and a 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 in your bedrooms and your bars
And he's traded in for today
Runnin' his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars
And losin' all loved along the way

But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the
And all he gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the
The goin' up was worth the down

a poet and he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a 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 lotta directions on that lonely way back home