Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

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

'Cause God a drunk, the lowest of men

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

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

Does God really for your life in the suburbs?
A little life full of dull little things
Bring up the to be just like Daddy
And maybe you'll be when He gives out the wings

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

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

there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven?
Does and wage-slaving win you God's love
I pity you with your semis and pensions
If you that'll get you to the kingdom above

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

God loves a drunk, for and ever, Amen