Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Daniel Old No. 7

A woman wrings her hands and cries, "I've 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 Dollar Saloon
gonna break him of it soon

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

Bogie Bogart, he cried, "Laureen, sail the sea"
Honey, I'm dyin', have another drink of that stuff for me
But now ya him on Lynchburg all the time
But they him waiting at the end of the line

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

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

And now you'll find him Lynchburg, Tennessee
bottles in his old, old dungarees
At the honky tonk, he
Think of all the parts, old Bogart played, I'm about it

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