Luyện nghe bài hát God Loves A Drunk

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

'Cause God a drunk, the lowest of men

Like the in the street and the pigs in the pen
But a drunk's only to get free of his body
And soar like an high up there in heaven
His shouts and his curses they are just and praises
To kick-start his now and then

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

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

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

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

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

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 for what people think of him
He screams at his demons in the darkness
He's staying for just one more pint bottle
Won't you throw him a few pennies,

God loves a drunk, for and ever, Amen