Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man

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

Play, let the blind man

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

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

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

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

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

Play that blind man!