Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

Every has its town bum
I guess had one
Here's a song about him, I remember him
Well his name was Abner

I knew an old drunk named Abner
And knew when he came to town
But he spread good to his fellow men
And they let him sleep in the gin

He could drink brew than an army could
But he had more friends and he did good
Than a lot of fine fancy people in our
So they tolerated Abner

And all us kids were on his
'Cause he told us tales our eyes grew wide
And he made us feel bout ten feet
'Cause he had no but he claimed us all

And after school and on
You could find me at the cotton gin
The truest friend that I found was
A good old drunk named Brown

Abner Brown, I wish I could see you once again
I believe you'd stack up with all the mighty men
met and known in all the low
And places that I've been

of you picks me up when I'm feeling down
I the Lord for making Abner Brown

take me back to the cotton land
To Arkansas me home again
Let me be the boy I once have been
Let me that road to the cotton gin

He's probably dead years ago
And gone the way old drunks go
But I'd still like to sit me
Talk to my old friend, Brown

Abner Brown, I
I thank the Lord for making Brown