Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle of Blues

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

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

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

I get and lower
Like a soldier
With nothing' to
And to lose it's a
of blues

Egos drone and alone
Like black
All and blown
On a backwoods
The shiver
In the stench of

I tell my I'm a hundred years late
I'm over the rails and out of the
And the crippled
Of an age that won't
Are ringing in my

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

I get higher and
Like a tired
With nothing' to
And to lose it's a
Bottle of

definitely a plan
Yeah,

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

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

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

And I'm a [Incomprehensible] in the of a