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
he means every word from the bottom
Of what's left of his heart

A few later, I slip into church
Singing the songs about Grace
One guy's nodding off and another hates to be
And we all mouth the words to face
It's 11:15 on Sunday and I wish I was

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 his side
With no need to and nowhere to hide

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

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

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

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

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

On a in Memphis, we're singing with the old man
for his sorrows and laying down our pride
He's us our story or at least his side
no need to pretend and nowhere to hide

On a in Memphis
We're out our sorrows
He's us his story
no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
On a in Memphis