Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

Will there be any up there in Heaven?
Will the pubs never close, the glass never drain
No more D.T.'s and no shakes and no
The very next morning you 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 eagle high up there in
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 in the suburbs?
A dull little life full of little things
up the babies to be just like Daddy
And maybe you'll be there when He gives out the

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

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

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

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

God a drunk, for ever and ever, Amen