Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

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

And ease down to the local pub
And climb up on the tallest
Holding court my common sense
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 this
When it to your love
I feel like I'm losing my

You're not buying this
My lies come up short again
You haven't it's over yet
Oh, but I can feel a wind

And giving me your better years
And for the very best
Closing time is near
As I sit with all the rest

Well I got good for blended whiskey
I can see my way this bar
I can the sound of a vintage jukebox
And the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar

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