Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man

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

Play, let the man play

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

Play, let the blind man
Maybe you'll be around day
Dreamin' about those little things you know 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, with the name no one knew
They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a wreath of too
His was short and sweet, and all it said was play

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

Play guitar blind man!