Luyện nghe bài hát God's Own Singer

Straight backed chair and a
Where he sits when able
To walk over bedridden misery

To record his thoughts
On a out table cloth
he'd been while
His mind sleeplessly

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

Forty nine years out on the
nights he'd saved a soul
Now he and waits
To his own reward

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

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