Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

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

And all us kids were on his
he told us tales till our eyes grew 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 friend that I ever found was
A good old drunk named Abner

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

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

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

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

Brown, I wish
I thank the Lord for making Brown