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, that diesel 'cross the land
Now you'll find him upon Lynchburg,
Collecting bottles in his old

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack Daniel's, old seven
Tennessee, whiskey
Daniel's, old number seven
Tennessee, whiskey
He to be so frisky