Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

Reservations for one
I'll be eating by myself
At that quiet little corner
Where we used to hang with all our

And I'll ease to the local pub
And climb up on the stool
Holding court with my common
Outwitting all these common

I've got taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way this bar
I can hear the sound of a jukebox
And smell the smoke of a cigar

I can't your mind
Baby, I can sense much
it comes to your love
I feel I'm losing my touch

You're not buying anymore
My lies have come up again
You haven't said it's yet
Oh, but I can feel a wind

And after giving me your better
And hoping for the best
Closing time is near
As I sit alone all the rest

Well I got taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around bar
I can the sound of a vintage jukebox
And smell the of a hand-rolled cigar

I can't read mind
Oh but I can sense much
it comes to your love
I like I'm losing my touch
it comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my