Luyện nghe bài hát I Judged A Man

I A MAN
Writer Mullins

Today I saw some ragged clothes and I judged the frame on which they
There goes a wasted life says I I'll not waste mine for I'm
I know his kind they're all alike he's from the Skid Row part of
He'll beg a dime and a quarter there
And be in the before the sun goes down
Then I turned and into a store to buy a book of poems to read
Oh the best of literature says I is for the man of higher
Then I saw words aimed right at me and it made me sorta hang my head
For I'd turned random to a page and halfway down this poem I read
He a row of violets along a barren path he trod
That every future by might view the handy work of God
He carved a map upon a stone it on a dessert 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 make a book too long to read and wear away the poet's pen
Then I left the store to find that man just walk up to him and all
And shake his and chat awhile and then I heard an ambulance call
What here I asked someone why all the crowd that's gathered round
They said just some old ragged man the Skid Row part of town
I bowed my head in silent forgive me Lord for my idle tongue
Today I saw some ragged and I judged the frame on which they hung