Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man - Charles Daniels

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

Play, let the man play

He was a picker down in Alabam'
Daddy amounted to much died by his own hand
He his sight one terrible night 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' about those little things you know never see
So play, let the blind man play, let the man play!

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

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

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

Play that guitar man!