Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless' The Child

Them that's got, get
that's not, shall lose
So the Bible
And it still is

Mama may and Papa may have
God the child
That's got his own
got his own

And the seem to get more
the weak one's fade
Empty pockets
Ever make the

As Mama may
And Papa may
God bless the
got his own
got his own

And when you got
You got a lots of
They're crowdin' 'round door

When the money's
And all you're ends
They won't be any more
No, no, no

And rich may give you
A crust of bread and
You can help
But don't too much

Mama may
And may have
But God the child
got his own
got his own

And when you got
You got a lots of
They're 'round your door
But a minute [Incomprehensible]

the money's gone
And all spendin' ends
They won't be any more
No, no, no

And rich relations may you
A of bread and such
You can yourself
But don't too much

Mama may
And Papa may
But God bless the
Who can up and say
got my own

Every child's got to have his own