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 out what 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 hours later, I into church
Singing the songs Saving Grace
One guy's off and another hates to be here
And we all the words to save face
It's 11:15 on Sunday and I wish I was

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

'Cause we are all here
And are all ashamed
I fool you if I wanted to
Our are too much the same

And about this 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 was on Saturday night?
On a corner in Memphis, to the old man
out his sorrows and laying down his pride

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

What if their cries of pain
Are the hymns of tomorrow's saints?

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

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