Luyện nghe bài hát The Gospel Singer

In the of Tifton, Georgia
On a hot and day
You could see the coming off the ground
Up the a man came running
on his way
And he shouted that the gospel is coming to our town

Hallelujah the singer is coming
Hallelujah the singer is coming

He was born in Tifton,
With a voice as pure as
And his was golden as the sun
women were his friends
But the people did not
he did not feel the songs he sung

Hallelujah the gospel singer is
Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming

In a tent, a thick
In a pasture the town
The people and waited all day long
were some who could not walk
And who could not see
And it was that he could help them with his songs

But the singer he had tired
Of the that he had lived
And to the rich and poor, and cripple
He looked at them and
I cannot cure illness
And I make you see
For I loved your women
And I sang to you for

In the of Tifton, Georgia
The sun was
But not a soul was out on the street
But had gathered in the pasture
And were staring
At the shadow of the
'Neath the and lonesome pine tree

Hallelujah, ...