Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

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

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

the 33rd of August
And I'm touching down
Eight days from
Brings me Saturday

Once I stumbled through the
Tumbled to my
A voices screaming in my brain

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

It's the of August
And I'm touching down
Eight from Sunday
Finds me Saturday

But now got my dangerous feelings
Under and chain
my violent nature with a smile

Though the demons danced and their song
my fevered brain
Not all my thoughts, Lord, were defiled

It's the 33rd of
And I'm touching down
Eight days from
me Saturday bound