Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

Reservations for one
I'll be by myself again
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 tallest
Holding court my common sense
all these common fools

I've got good taste for blended
I can see my way this bar
I can hear the of a vintage jukebox
And smell the of a hand-rolled cigar

I can't read your
Baby, I can sense much
When it comes to love
I feel like I'm my touch

You're not buying anymore
My lies have come up short
You haven't said over yet
Oh, but I can a bitter wind

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

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

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