Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

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

'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 an eagle high up there in heaven
His and his curses they are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his now and then

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

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

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

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

Will there be any pen-pushers up there in
Does clerking and wage-slaving win you love
I you worms 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 help but laugh as he gags and falls
But he don't give a for what people think of him
He screams at his alone in the darkness
He's staying for just one more pint bottle
Won't you him a few pennies, friend

God a drunk, for ever and ever, Amen