Luyện nghe bài hát Lord, Don't Let Me Die In A Cheap Motel

Picking for the wait staff again, baring my up on stage
Where my my only friend
Slurring the to a hit song from a bottle that never ends
says, Roy, get home, boy, before the devil does ya in

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap
Gideon's on the nightstand
Can't save me from the gates of
Nothing more to offer, no more to sell
Lord, don't let me die in a cheap

Took 'em from their homes when they were
Five times I married, had kids every one
Never raised a in anger, scarred 'em, just the same
Mama said, Roy, get home, boy, you're playing the game

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap
Gideon's Bible on the
Can't save me from the gates of
Nothing more to offer, no more to sell
Lord, don't let me die in a motel

Washed in the blood of the
in the bathtub, with a pistol in my hand
Waiting on the reaper, to make my final
Mama said, Roy, get after, boy, you're playing in the devil's

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap
Gideon's Bible on the
save me from the gates of hell
Nothing more to offer, no more soul to
Lord, let me die in a cheap motel

Lord, let me die in a cheap motel