Luyện nghe bài hát God's Own Singer

Straight chair and a table
Where he sits when he's
To walk over bedridden misery

To record his thoughts
On a worn out cloth
Where been while
His mind breaks

his body's bent with age
You know, he's still out on stage
Entertaining all his
That pause to greet him at the

Forty years out on the road
Many he'd saved a soul
Now he and waits
To claim his own

God's own singer of songs is going
he's poor, he might be
The richest one you

All his pain will set him
Wash his soul and him clean
own singer of songs is going home
God's own of songs is going home