Luyện nghe bài hát The Pilgrim Ch.33

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

And he keeps right on a-changin' for the or the worse
Searchin' for a shrine never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a or a curse
Or if the up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, oh, 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 truth, fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his way back home

Well, he has good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
Has in tomorrow 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 or the worse
And all he gets is older and around
From the of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, a picker, he's a prophet, he's a liar
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a when he's stoned
a walkin' contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way back

From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the
The goin' up was the comin' down