Luyện nghe bài hát Pilgrim

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

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

He's a poet, oh, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a
He's a and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a contradiction, partly truth, partly fiction
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back

Well, he has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and bars
Has traded in tomorrow for
Runnin' from his devils, and reachin' for the stars
And all he's loved along the way

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

He's a poet, he's a picker, 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 on his lonely way back home
There's a lot of wrong directions on your lonesome way home

From the rockin' of the cradle to the of the hearse
The up was worth the comin' down