Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Daniel Old No. 7

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

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

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

Bogie Bogart, he cried, "Laureen, let's 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 tonk prayed
My God, look at all the parts he played, I'm about it

Daniel's, old number seven
Tennessee, sour-mashed
Daniel's, old number seven
Tennessee, whiskey
He to be so frisky

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

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