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 more D.T.'s and no and no horrors
The very next morning you right as rain

'Cause God loves a drunk, the of men

Like the dogs in the street and the in the pen
But a only trying to get free of his body
And soar like an eagle high up in heaven
His and his curses they are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his now and then

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

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

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

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

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

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

God loves a drunk, for ever and ever,