Luyện nghe bài hát I'll Get You Home

Cocaine on your shirtsleeve, whiskey in eyes,
you stumble in the green room with a pocket of lies,
no money for a cab, too up to drive.
You came here for the party, watch the show.
You gave a damn 'til I was on the radio.
Now you're sucking down my beer, up my finger-foods.
Yeah, you're my good mood.

But get you home. I'll get you home.
Then you're on own. You're on your own.

You and you slur. Sloppy drunk, you're sad as hell.
If you weren't kin to me have thrown your ass in jail.
And where's your Man, you got a lot of nerve.
Pissing off the bouncers, shooting off mouth,
showing off tattoos, creeping the ladies out,
and pulling out my like an ID at the door.
You're not anymore.

But I'll get you home. get you home.
Then on your own. You're on your own.

Maybe I'm too mean. I'm too nice.
I should take a little of my own advice,
and your ass in the cold, block your number on my phone.
But I still see a when I look you in the eyes,
so I paid for your bar tab and I had 'em a ride.
Oh, I hate to see you hurting. Man, always wished you well.
Yeah, I know been through hell.

So I'll get you home. get you home.
Then you're on own. You're on your own.