Luyện nghe bài hát Losing My Touch

Reservations for one
I'll be eating by again
At that quiet little spot
Where we 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 common

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 smoke of a hand-rolled

I can't read mind
Baby, I can this much
When it comes to love
I like I'm losing my touch

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

And after me your better years
And hoping for the best
Closing time is drawing
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 cigar

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