Luyện nghe bài hát I Judged A Man

I A MAN
Writer Johnny

I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which they hung
There goes a wasted says I I'll not waste mine for I'm young
I know his kind all alike he's from the Skid Row part of town
beg a dime here and a quarter there
And be in the gutter before the sun goes
Then I turned and into a store to buy a book of poems to read
Oh the of literature says I is for the man of higher bread
Then I saw these words right at me and it made me sorta hang my head
For I'd turned that random to a page and halfway down poem I read
He sold a row of along a barren path he trod
That future passes by might view the handy work of God
He a map upon a stone placed it on a dessert floor
To show tomorrows soul where cool clear water lay in store
And to write here all the many things he did to help his man
Why it would make a book too to read and wear away the poet's pen
Then I left the to find that man just walk up to him rags and all
And shake his and chat awhile and then I heard an ambulance call
What happened here I asked someone why all the crowd gathered round
said just some old ragged man from the Skid Row part of town
I bowed my head in prayer forgive me Lord for my idle tongue
Today I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which hung