Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

Reservations for one
be eating by myself again
At that little corner spot
Where we used to hang all our friends

And I'll ease down to the pub
And up on the tallest stool
Holding with my common sense
Outwitting all these fools

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

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

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

And after giving me your years
And hoping for the very
Closing is drawing near
As I sit with all the rest

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

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