Luyện nghe bài hát Daylight [Explicit]

Daylight, woah
Daylight, is again
Whiskey, woah
Whiskey, my friend

Got me a bottle, lookin' out at my El
Smokin' a barro, up an egg and avocado
I'm on the porch like a slummy Ralph model
Flannel shirt like a lumberjack a log-o
Pistol next to the ashtray, no bow and
Got blah though, knock the beef outcha top nacho
I'm life like there is a tomorrow
I'm slow motion, I'm slow
The crock pot potatoes
I smell the comin', I like watching a sorrow
I like watching muddy water fillin' up the potholes
I like hearing the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing
So I can think long; an
Raindrops on the string a pizzicato
I'm free-fallin', the airplane pilot's on
Freezer like I hit the lotto
And I got colder than a Colorado hollow

Do you

And just like the howlin'
A couple sips down and nothin' but blues
Alcohol and rain, now what grown men do
You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred
Cause when the raindrops on that old tin roof
I pour myself a glass of and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get down
To get down I get
Call me what you want but don't past two
Unless you got liquor to contribute
To get down, to get down I get loaded
To get down I get
When the fallin' on that old tin roof
I pour a glass of liquor and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get down
To get I get loaded
Call me you want but don't call past two
Unless you got some to contribute

To get down, to get down I get down
To get I get loaded

'til I'm heavily faded
All the sudden the I'm sippin' got me feelin' edumacated
I complicate the
My drinkin' are the greatest
Me and my buddy, Jack
Daniels, whatever, we Beamin', if we get lucky, maybe
We get a visit from the baby King 13 and go crazy
Ten racks for a crystal chandelier of liquid swazy
Now Patsy Cline got me walkin' after
I'm tippin' the neck, gotta sure to keep the lid tight
Was sittin' up with attention and now I just sit
Slump down in my chair like a pimp, pondering this
I'm the great grandson of Williams

Part of me's Cherokee, the other part is a
So me and firewater's splittin' me up the middle
One's tryin' to him, the other one's tryin' to kill a man

And like the howlin' wolf
A couple sips down and nothin' but blues
and rain, now that's what grown men do
You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred
Cause the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the
To get down, to get down I get down
To get down I get
Call me what you but don't call past two
Unless you got liquor to contribute
To get down, to get down I get loaded
To get I get loaded
When the raindrops fallin' on old tin roof
I myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get down
To get down I get
Call me you want but don't call past two
Unless you got liquor to contribute
To get down, to get I get loaded down
To get I get down

Daylight, daylight
Daylight, is again
Whiskey, whiskey
Whiskey, my friend