Luyện nghe bài hát Lonesome's Last Call

He drinks while he
At the in the air
For him, seems to crawl
got no one at home
So he sits alone
Waiting on lonesome's call

She in by chance
to dance
She once was the belle of the
But flowers will
She's touches of gray
And waiting on lonesome's last call

While the fiddles are
The floor is swaying
To the beat of an old fashioned
watching the hands
Of the on the wall
And waiting on last call

Soon the will go on
But the empty they've
be felt in this moment at all
There was in the air
And it found their hearts
Waiting on last call

While the are playing
The floor is swaying
To the of an old fashioned waltz
Their the hands
Of the on the wall
And on lonesome's last call

They're waiting on last call