Luyện nghe bài hát Glass

You walk in a tavern and you order yourself a
And wonder if she the glass
You try to imagine what kind of had a drink from at last
Was he a rich man who stopped in on his way to make another big deal
Or maybe just a man in old clothes who spent his last hard earned dollar bill
Was he dreamin' of his future or drawnin' his or maybe just spendin' some time
A meetin' his or somebody's wife
Or a he couldn't get off his mind
How many did he refill the glass or just how long did he stay
And just how much money did he leave behind before he finally on his way
Did he drink up the or maybe the rent or even the baby's new pair of shoes
And what kind of I wonder did he use to play
I'm sure his was the blues
This glass has been held in the hands of a hundred or so at one
And been pressed to the lips of the fairest girl
Who sat there sippin' on whiskey or wine
God just what would happened if glass could talk and let the secret come true
I guess it's better that he'd learned it might mean trouble for you