Luyện nghe bài hát On A Corner In Memphis

Saturday on St.
With the drunk and the
I an old man playing guitar

I can't make out he's saying
But I can you that he's suffered
That he means word from the bottom
Of what's left of his tonight

A few later, I slip into church
Singing the songs about Saving
One guy's off and another hates to be here
And we all mouth the to save face
It's on Sunday morning and I wish I was

On a corner in listening to the old man
Singing out his sorrows and laying his pride
telling me his story or at least his side
With no need to pretend and to hide

we are all broken here
And are all ashamed
I couldn't you if I wanted to
Our are too much the same

And what about this
They say He drank the poor and the blind and the lame
Do you think He'd like the songs that we
Or would He feel the as I do?

What if Sunday was on Saturday night?
On a corner in Memphis, to the old man
Singing out his sorrows and laying down his

He's telling me his story or at least his
With no need to pretend and to hide
On a corner in

What if their heart-breaking cries of
Are the first of tomorrow's saints?

On a corner in Memphis, we're singing the old man
Crying for his sorrows and laying down our
He's telling us our story or at least his
With no need to pretend and to hide

On a corner in
singing out our sorrows
He's telling us his
With no need to pretend and nowhere to
On a in Memphis