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 find him upon Lynchburg, Tennessee
bottles in his old dungarees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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