Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thinking of you me up when I'm feeling down
I thank the Lord for Abner Brown

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

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

Abner Brown, I
I the Lord for making Abner Brown