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 hang all our friends

And ease down to the local pub
And climb up on the tallest
Holding with my common sense
Outwitting all these fools

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

I can't your mind
Baby, I can sense this
When it comes to your
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 better years
And hoping for the very
Closing time is near
As I sit with all the rest

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

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