| Song | The 33rd Of August |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Blessed Are... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Newbury | |
| Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone | |
| Left me standing with my penny in my hand | |
| there's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song | |
| But he can see what they cant understand. | |
| (CHORUS) | |
| Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down | |
| Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound. | |
| Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees | |
| A thousand voices screaming in my brain | |
| Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy | |
| Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain. | |
| But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain | |
| Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile | |
| Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain | |
| Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled |
| zuo ci : Newbury | |
| Today, there' s no salvation, the band' s packed up and gone | |
| Left me standing with my penny in my hand | |
| there' s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song | |
| But he can see what they cant understand. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Its the thirtythird of August and I' m finally touching down | |
| Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound. | |
| Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees | |
| A thousand voices screaming in my brain | |
| Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy | |
| Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain. | |
| But now I' ve got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain | |
| Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile | |
| Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain | |
| Not all my Godlike thoughts, Lord, were defiled |
| zuò cí : Newbury | |
| Today, there' s no salvation, the band' s packed up and gone | |
| Left me standing with my penny in my hand | |
| there' s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song | |
| But he can see what they cant understand. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Its the thirtythird of August and I' m finally touching down | |
| Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound. | |
| Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees | |
| A thousand voices screaming in my brain | |
| Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy | |
| Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain. | |
| But now I' ve got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain | |
| Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile | |
| Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain | |
| Not all my Godlike thoughts, Lord, were defiled |