Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man

On a cold sidewalk, on the corner of fifth and main
Sits an old blind man, and no one knows his name
He plays the same old guitar, he plays the same old
And when the people pass him by, some are to say

Play, let the blind man

He was a picker down in Alabam'
Daddy never to much died by his own hand
He lost his sight one terrible by the hand of the Ku Klux Klan
Burned his eyes with a branding iron some are to say

Play, let the blind man
Maybe be around another day
Dreamin' those little things you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the man play!

The years were while the man was blind, but he knew his time was due
And no one cried when the blind man died, the name that no one knew
made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of laurel too
His was short and sweet, and all it said was play

Play let the man play
you'll be around another day
Dreamin' about those things you know you'll never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man

Maybe you'll be around day
Dreamin' about those little you know you'll never see
So play, let the man play, let the blind man play

Play that guitar man!