Luyện nghe bài hát The 33rd of August

Lord, today, no salvation
The packed up and gone
me standing with my penny in my hand

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

the 33rd of August
And I'm finally down
Eight from Sunday
me Saturday bound

Once I through the darkness
to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my

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

It's the 33rd of
And I'm finally down
Eight days Sunday
Finds me bound

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

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

It's the of August
And I'm finally touching
Eight days from
Brings me Saturday