Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man

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

Play, let the man play

He was a cotton picker in Alabam'
never amounted 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 some are heard to say

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

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

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

Maybe be around 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!