Luyện nghe bài hát .38 Special

Well I'm drinking by
While everybody
songs down in the park
Brown paper bagging it dark
But it's a bag for me
my groceries
A few cans of
the high life for the rain

And the door man my name
Good old Joe sure my game
Though he says the youth to blame
I can't say I the same

See be nursing number one
And too beer two is done
And then three, four, five, six
And they're all empty

And still the flask
I always I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 revolver

Still the flask
I forget I have
Sitting in in my office my .38 special revolver (x3)

Looking back through another empty
To the past when I was so
Peaking the counter that was too tall
Stealing my first sip of
This be my last slug of it all

There's still half the
I always forget I
Sitting in my office my .38 special revolver

half the flask
I always I have
in in my office with my .38 special revolver (x5)

If the haunt the places
Their bodies are
me one last round to see
If my will keep
If my luck keep
Oh yes me
One last to see
If my luck will keep this gun

by myself
While else
Is out in the park
Or going in police cars
They

Oh la da da oh la la la (x12)