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 what he's
But I can tell you that suffered
That he every word from the bottom
Of what's left of his tonight

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

On a corner in Memphis to the old man
Singing out his and laying down his pride
He's telling me his story or at least his
With no need to pretend and to hide

'Cause we are all broken
And we're are all
I couldn't you if I wanted to
Our stories are too much the

And what this Jesus?
They say He drank with the poor and the blind and the
Do you think He'd the songs that we sing?
Or would He the same as I do?

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

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

What if their heart-breaking of pain
Are the first hymns of 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 his side
no need to pretend and nowhere to hide

On a corner in
We're out our sorrows
telling us his story
With no need to pretend and nowhere to
On a in Memphis