Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

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

And I'll 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 the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar

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

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

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

Well I got good taste for whiskey
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 read mind
Oh but I can sense this
it comes to your love
I like I'm losing my touch
it comes to your love
I feel like I'm my touch