Luyện nghe bài hát Looks Like Rain

Looks Rain
(J. Lyon)

She caught the five-fifteen to
she'd phone me in a week
I had a in my pocket
And her lipstick on my
I still that railroad whistle
like a hurricane
Weatherman says fair
But it looks like rain

I had a gypsy me downtown
To my usual o' call
Where everyone's a drunken
Waiting on a
I took my cottage
And slowly it down the drain
Weatherman says tomorrow
But tonight it like rain

I mumble that I'm off
Shout out I don't care
But the whiskey my drunken words
And throws them down the
From the above the bar
I hear that same sad
says fair tomorrow
But tonight it like rain

no no no no
No, people I haven't insane
It's just mean old southern whiskey
up my brain
It's just mean old Southern whiskey
Dragging me down
Lord, Lord, Lord, I wish she'd never caught that
Weatherman fair tomorrow
But tonight it looks rain