Luyện nghe bài hát Fumblin' With The Blues

Friday me fumblin' with the blues
And it's hard to win when you lose
Because the nightspots your spirit
Beat your against the wall
Two dead ends and you've got to choose

You know the bartenders, they all my name
And catch me when I'm pulling up lame
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster my head
When I should be living instead

You know, the ladies I've seeing off and on
Well they spend your love and then they're
You can't be someone who is savage and cruel
Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no do

Well now fallin' in is such a breeze
But it's standin' up that's so for me
I wanna squeeze you but I'm to death I'd break your back
You know your perfume, well it let me be

You the bartenders, all know my name
And they catch me when I'm pulling up
And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my
When I be living clean instead

Come on baby, let your love light
Gotta bury me inside of your
your eyes are 'enough to blind me
You're like at the sun

You whisper tell me I'm the one
on and whisper tell me I'm the one
Gotta tell me I'm the one
Come on and tell me I'm the one