Luyện nghe bài hát On A Corner In Memphis

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

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

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

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

we are all broken here
And we're are all
I fool you if I wanted to
Our stories are too the same

And what about Jesus?
They say He drank the poor and the blind and the lame
Do you think He'd the songs that we sing?
Or would He feel the 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 down his

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

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

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

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