Luyện nghe bài hát Abner Brown

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

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

He could drink more brew than an army
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 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 school and on weekends
You could find me at the cotton gin
The truest friend I ever found was
A good old named Abner Brown

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

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

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

probably dead many years ago
And gone the way old drunks go
But I'd still like to sit me
to my old friend, Abner Brown

Abner Brown, I
I thank the Lord for making Abner