Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

Will be any bartenders 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 morning you feel right as rain

'Cause God loves a drunk, the of men

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

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

God really care for your life in the suburbs?
A little life full of dull little things
Bring up the babies to be like Daddy
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 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 feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his to the skin

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

Will there be any up there in Heaven?
Does and wage-slaving win you God's love
I pity you worms your 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 for what people think of him
He screams at his demons in the darkness
He's staying alive for just one more pint
Won't you throw him a few pennies,

God loves a drunk, for and ever, Amen