Luyện nghe bài hát Jack Daniel Old No. 7

A wrings her hands and cries, "I've lost my man"
You seen him, tote that diesel 'cross the land
Now you'll find him Lynchburg, Tennessee
Collecting bottles in his old

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

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

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

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

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

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

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