Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

I knew an old drunk named Brown
And nobody knew he came to town
But he spread will to his fellow men
And they let him sleep in the gin

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

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

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

Brown, I wish that I could 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 places I've been

Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling
I thank the Lord for making Abner

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

He's probably dead many 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 Abner Brown