Luyện nghe bài hát I Judged A Man

I A MAN
Johnny Mullins

Today I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which hung
There goes a wasted says I I'll not waste mine for I'm young
I know his they're 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 down
Then I and walked 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 aimed right at me and it made me sorta hang my head
For I'd turned that 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 floor
To show tomorrows dying where cool clear water lay in store
And to write here all the many things he did to his fellow man
Why it would make a book too long to read and away the poet's pen
Then I the store to find that man just walk up to him rags and all
And shake his hand and awhile and then I heard an ambulance call
What happened here I asked someone why all the that's gathered round
They just some old ragged man from the Skid Row part of town
I bowed my head in silent prayer forgive me Lord for my idle
I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which they hung