Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

I knew an old drunk named Abner
And nobody knew when he came to
But he spread good will to his men
And they let him sleep in the gin

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

And all us were on his side
'Cause he told us tales till our grew wide
And he made us feel ten feet tall
'Cause he had no kids but he us all

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

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

Thinking of you picks me up I'm feeling down
I thank the for making Abner Brown

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

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

Brown, I wish
I thank the Lord for making Brown