Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Daniel Old No. 7

A woman her hands and cries, "I've lost my man"
You should-a him, tote that diesel 'cross the land
Now you'll him upon Lynchburg, Tennessee
Collecting in his old dungarees

And the Silver Saloon
We're break him of it soon

Jack Daniel's, old number
Tennessee, sour-mashed
Jack Daniel's, old seven
Tennessee, sour-mashed
He used to be so

Bogart, he cried, "Laureen, let's sail the sea"
Honey, when I'm dyin', have another drink of stuff for me
But now ya find him on all the time
But they keep him waiting at the end of the

At that old honky people prayed
My God, look at all the he played, I'm talkin' about it

Jack Daniel's, old seven
Tennessee, sour-mashed
Jack Daniel's, old number
Tennessee, sour-mashed
He used to be so

And now find him upon Lynchburg, Tennessee
Collectin' in his old, old dungarees
At the honky tonk, he
of all the parts, old Bogart played, I'm talkin' about it

Jack Daniel's, old number
Tennessee, sour-mashed
Jack Daniel's, old number
Tennessee, whiskey
He used to be so