Luyện nghe bài hát Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress

I can barely feels the sheets all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no.
How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my
An' who'd've ever thought I'd not complain about a
Serves me right, I
This is what I get for eatin' with my gin,
An' drinkin' in my dress.

is by the bottle which is always by my bed.
Time to time I give it a rattle to sure that it's not dead.
I will wait here for call till I run out of cigarettes.
I love to the part of the damsel in distress,
Flickin' in my coffee,
Drinkin' in my dress.

Well I've on the road to this,
An' I've on the way to this,
But who'd 'a it'd come to this?
Don't let on you've seen me like this, this.

My old transistor's soundin' as twangy as a Fender.
My radiator growls like Elvis after dinner.
I've drained my last Tequila and I've thrown the blender,
I've poured out all the from now on nothin' but the best:
an' Patsy Cline,
While drinkin' in my dress.

Well I've been on the to this,
An' I've on the way to this.
I ain't a hypocrite:
I've had my fun and now I confess.

Our reverend is a kingly repents 'em on a dime.
His Bible is not inked in gold, he is not the kind.
One after meetin', I was in the greetin' line.
He said: "I've seen you the altar,
"Gulpin' Communion wine."
"Just remember who's beside you when no business of mine."
I said: "Just who's beside you when it's no business of mine."