Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

Will there be any bartenders up there in
Will the never close, will the glass never drain
No more D.T.'s and no shakes and no
The very next you feel right as rain

'Cause God a drunk, the lowest of men

Like the dogs in the street and the in the pen
But a drunk's only trying to get free of his
And like an eagle high up there in heaven
His shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
To his mind now and then

O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses,

Does God care for your life in the suburbs?
A dull little life full of dull little
Bring up the babies to be just Daddy
And maybe be there when He gives out the wings

But God loves a drunk, although a fool
How he wets in his pants and he off his stool
And he can't the insults and whispers go by him
As he leans in the and he sings Sally Racket
He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his
And soak through his to the skin

O God a drunk, come raise up your glasses, Amen

Will be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven?
Does clerking and wage-slaving win you love
I pity you worms with semis and pensions
If you think get you to the kingdom above

But God loves a drunk, he's a clown
You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls
But he don't give a cuss for what people of him
He screams at his demons in the darkness
He's staying alive for just one more pint
Won't you him a few pennies, friend

God loves a drunk, for and ever, Amen