Luyện nghe bài hát Three Time Loser

Once I my hand at stealing
Trying to that empty feeling
Trying hard to keep from dealing
I was much to young to it

Back it was hard to make it
On the run with a gun or with a gang of

Three time loser, all behind me now
I fell in love and married
Thinking that the was buried
Funny how those carried on

Swearing that our was dying
Like the weeping willow
Through the night and every
Until our love was

Freedom and love gone sour
Losing minutes by the
Too to let my sorrow show
slow from too much drinking

Quitting I started sinking
To the of the bottle that's too far to go