Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

I knew an old named Abner Brown
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 more than an army could
But he had more friends and he did more
Than a lot of fine people in our town
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 tall
'Cause he had no but he claimed us all

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

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

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

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

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

Brown, I wish
I thank the Lord for making Abner