Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

Will there be any bartenders up there in
Will the pubs never close, will the glass drain
No more D.T.'s and no 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 only trying to get free of his body
And soar like an eagle up there in heaven
His shouts and his curses they are hymns and praises
To his mind now and then

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

God really care for your life 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 out the wings

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

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

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

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

God a drunk, for ever and ever, Amen