Luyện nghe bài hát God's Own Singer

Straight chair and a table
he sits when he's able
To walk from bedridden misery

To record from his
On a worn out table
Where been while
His breaks sleeplessly

Though his bent with age
You know, still out on that stage
all his friends
That pause to greet him at the

nine years out on the road
Many nights saved a soul
Now he and waits
To his own reward

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

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