Luyện nghe bài hát Scotch & Water Blues

I've held your hand and sunk your
And I can read our future in the whiskey on your
Watch this ice a-melting; glass magnify my palms
And from the church on sunday evening comes the sound of psalms

Things they go and then around to stops
Now my just a breeze through the treetops

Glass in my hand, my back to the
My one is I ain't your man anymore

The

Oh, I worry about the drop
Oh, I just about the drop
'cause it's not the fall kills you,
But, the stop

Machiavelli on the
The dropped his chopsticks in the bowl
Oh, you might be a pastor, but you never pay the

I'm flippin' left to right
Oh, I'm flippin' like a moth
I never ask your baby,
I'll wish for you
wish for you

I worry just about the
I worry the drop
'cause it's not the that kills you,
It's that sudden
That stop, now

Is she
Yeah, a crocodile
She got ancient ?
That's just out of her smile

she called you at the keyhole, brother
She it all the while
Oh, I worry about the drop
Oh, I worry (I'm so worried, mama) the drop
'cause it's not the that kills you,
But sudden stop