Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

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

And all us kids 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 find me down at the gin
The truest friend that I found was
A good old named Abner Brown

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

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

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

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

Brown, I wish
I thank the Lord for making Abner