Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Blues

I just me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to
it hard, ain't it hard
To somebody who doesn't want you

And been waiting for a year or a day
Some weather must be blowing' my way
I got no mind to go or to stay
Or be left

Holding' hands an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake
Put a nickel in the machine
I get and lower

I get higher and
Like a soldier
With to shoot
And nowhere to lose a
Bottle of

Egos and pose alone
Like balloons
All banged and
On a river
The infidels
In the of belief

I tell my I'm a hundred years late
I'm over the rails and out of the
And the psalms
Of an age won't thaw
Are in my ears

Holding' hands with an impotent
In a brothel of energy
Put a in the graveyard machine
I get higher and

I get higher and
a tired soldier
With to shoot
And to lose it's a
of blues

There's a plan
Yeah,

Well I found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a to soothe
Ain't it hard, it hard
To somebody who doesn't want you

hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of energy
Put a nickel in the machine
I get higher and

I get and lower
Like a soldier
nothing' to shoot
And nowhere it's a
Bottle of
Bottle of

And I'm a in the back of a