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 guitar's my only
Slurring the words to a hit song from a that never ends
Mama says, Roy, get home, boy, the devil does ya in

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

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

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

Washed in the blood of the
Laying in the bathtub, with a in my hand
Waiting on the reaper, to my final stand
Mama said, Roy, get after, boy, playing in the devil's band

Lord, don't let me die in a motel
Gideon's on the nightstand
Can't save me from the gates of
more to offer, no more soul to sell
Lord, let me die in a cheap motel

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap