Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

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

And I'll down to the local pub
And climb up on the stool
Holding court with my sense
all these common fools

I've got good taste for blended
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 read your
Baby, I can sense this
When it comes to love
I feel I'm losing my touch

not buying this anymore
My lies have come up again
You haven't said 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 for blended whiskey
I can see my way around bar
I can hear the sound of a jukebox
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled

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