Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

He drink more brew than an army could
But he had more friends and he did more
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 made us feel bout ten feet
'Cause he had no kids but he us all

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

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

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

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

He's probably 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 Abner Brown