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

Picking for the staff again, baring my soul up on stage
Where my guitar's my friend
Slurring the words to a hit song from a bottle that never
Mama says, Roy, get home, boy, before the devil ya in

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

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

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

Washed in the of the lamb
Laying in the bathtub, with a pistol in my
on the reaper, to make my final stand
Mama said, Roy, get after, boy, you're playing in the band

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

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap