Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Parsons Died

It was six o' on Saturday
Parsons died.
All of his good say
That man was truly satisfied.
Preacherman never no prayers
Church bells didn't
Everybody stood up and stared some
jumped up and started to sing

He was baptized in creek in Georgia.
still called his name.
Every time he up drinking holy wine
He'd spill it all down his in shame.

Had an auction on his from this morning
Sold off all his
Sold off his bed
There were debutantes and old breaking out in fights in the front row
Burned his house and spent the
Smoke rose and black
Now Henry Parsons' got no place to
If he ever the nerve up to come back

He was baptized in every in Georgia.
Devil called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking holy
spill it all down his shirt in shame.

Everybody his name
They've heard his reputation
They all came to see him buried in the ground
What you might call a little bit of morbid
What is everybody say?
What is everybody do?
Now that Henry Parsons' passed
We got no one to lay our on to

He was baptized in creek in Georgia.
still called his name.
Every time he shot up holy wine
spill it all down...

He was in every creek in Georgia.
Devil called his name.
Every time he shot up drinking wine
He'd it all down his shirt in shame.