Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

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

God loves a drunk, the lowest of men

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

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

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

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

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

Will there be any pen-pushers up there in
Does clerking and wage-slaving win you love
I you worms with your semis and pensions
If you think that'll get you to the kingdom

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 pint bottle
Won't you throw him a few pennies,

God loves a drunk, for and ever, Amen