Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

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

'Cause God a drunk, the lowest of men

Like the dogs in the and the pigs in the pen
But a drunk's only trying to get free of his
And like 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, come raise up glasses, Amen

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

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

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

Will there be any up there in Heaven?
Does and wage-slaving win you God's love
I pity you worms with your and pensions
If you think that'll get you to the above

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

God loves a drunk, for ever and ever,