Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

I knew an old drunk named Abner
And nobody 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 brew than an army
But he had more and he did more good
a lot of fine fancy people in our town
So they tolerated Abner

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

And after and on weekends
You could find me down at the gin
The truest that I ever found was
A good old drunk named Abner

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

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

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

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

Abner Brown, I
I the Lord for making Abner Brown