Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

Lord, today, no salvation
The band's packed up and
Left me standing with my in my hand

There's a big crowd at the
Where the man sings his song
He can see they can't understand

It's the of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight from Sunday
Brings me bound

I stumbled through the darkness
Tumbled to my
A thousand voices screaming in my

I woke up in a car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as as hell
It like rain

the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight from Sunday
Finds me Saturday

But now I've got my feelings
Under lock and
my violent nature with a smile

Though the demons danced and sang song
Within my fevered
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were

It's the of August
And I'm finally touching
days from Sunday
Brings me bound