Luyện nghe bài hát I Judged A Man

I A MAN
Writer Johnny

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