Luyện nghe bài hát On A Corner In Memphis

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

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

A few hours later, I slip into
Singing the songs about Saving
One guy's nodding off and another hates to be
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 sorrows and laying his pride
He's me his story or at least his side
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 are too much the same

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

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

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

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

On a corner in Memphis, we're with the old man
Crying for his sorrows and laying our pride
He's telling us our or at least his side
With no 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 to hide
On a in Memphis