Luyện nghe bài hát I'll Get You Home

Cocaine on your shirtsleeve, in your eyes,
you stumble in the green with a pocket full of lies,
no for a cab, too messed 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.
you're on your own. You're on your own.

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

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

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

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