Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

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

And all us were on his side
'Cause he told us tales till our eyes 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 me down at the cotton gin
The truest friend that I ever was
A old drunk named Abner Brown

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

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

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