Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man

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

Play, let the blind man

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

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

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

let the blind man play
Maybe you'll be another day
Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll see
So play, let the blind man play, let the blind man

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

Play that blind man!