Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

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

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

I've got good taste for whiskey
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 read your
Baby, I can this much
When it comes to love
I feel like I'm losing my

You're not buying this
My lies have come up short
You haven't it's over yet
Oh, but I can feel a wind

And after me your better years
And for the very best
Closing 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 jukebox
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 feel I'm losing my touch
When it comes to your
I feel I'm losing my touch