Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Man - Charles Daniels

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

Play, let the blind man

He was a cotton picker down in
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 with a branding iron some are heard to say

Play, let the blind man
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!

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

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

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

Play guitar blind man!