Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got good taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around bar
I can hear the sound of a vintage
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled

I read your mind
Oh but I can sense this
When it comes to your
I feel like I'm my touch
When it to your love
I feel I'm losing my touch