Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

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

And all us kids on his side
'Cause he told us till our eyes 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 found was
A good old drunk Abner Brown

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

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

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

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

Abner Brown, I
I thank the Lord for making Abner