Luyện nghe bài hát Deacon Blues

is the day
Of the man
That shape is my
There where I to stand
It seems only yesterday
I through the glass
At
Wild
That's all in the

You call me a
You say it's a scheme
one's for real
I bought the dream
So to ask me why
Throw a and say goodbye
I'll make it time
I'm ready to cross that line

Learnt to the saxophone
I, I just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all long
(Aah)
And die behind the
got a name for the winners in the world
I, I want a name when I
They call Alabama, "The Tide"
(Aah)
Call me Deacon
(Deacon Blues)

My back to the
A victim of laughing
is for me
The of true romance
the things we know and love
With of my kind


That stagger the

I crawl a viper
Through these suburban
Make to these women
and bittersweet
I'll when the sun goes down
Cover every in town
A of my own
I'll make it my home sweet

to work the saxophone
I, I just what I feel
Drink Scotch all night long
(Aah)
And die behind the
got a name for the winners in the world
I, I want a name when I
They Alabama, "The Crimson Tide"
(Aah)
Call me Deacon
(Deacon Blues)

is the night
Of the man
I one last drag
As I approach the
I cried when I this song
Sue me if I play too
brother is free
I'll be I want to be

I to work the saxophone
I, I play what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night
(Aah)
And die the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the
I, I a name when I lose
They call Alabama, "The Tide"
(Aah)
Call me Deacon
(Deacon Blues)