Luyện nghe bài hát The Gospel Singer

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

Hallelujah the gospel 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
Drinking women 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 came and all day long
were some who could not walk
And who could not see
And it was believed that he could help them his songs

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

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

Hallelujah, ...