Luyện nghe bài hát I'll Get You Home

Cocaine on shirtsleeve, whiskey in your eyes,
you stumble in the green room with a full of lies,
no for a cab, too messed up to drive.
You came for the party, didn't watch the show.
You never gave a damn I was on the radio.
Now you're sucking my beer, gobbling up my finger-foods.
Yeah, spoiling my good mood.

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

You slobber and you slur. drunk, you're sad as hell.
If you kin to me they'd have thrown your ass in jail.
And where's gratitude? Man, you got a lot of nerve.
off the bouncers, shooting off your 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 you're on own. You're on your own.

I'm too mean. Maybe I'm too nice.
Maybe I take a little of my own advice,
and leave your ass in the cold, block number on my phone.
But I still see a friend when I 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 you've been hell.

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