Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

Reservations for one
I'll be eating by again
At that quiet corner spot
we used to hang with all our friends

And ease down to the local pub
And up on the tallest stool
court 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 of a hand-rolled cigar

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

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

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

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

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