Luyện nghe bài hát Lonesome's Last Call

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

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

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

Soon the lights go on
But the they've known
Won't be in this moment at all
There was in the air
And it found their there
Waiting on last call

While the are playing
The dance is swaying
To the beat of an old waltz
watching the hands
Of the clock on the
And waiting on lonesome's last

waiting on lonesome's last call