Luyện nghe bài hát Three Time Loser

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

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

Three time loser, it's all me now
I fell in love and married
Thinking that the past was
Funny how women carried on

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

Freedom lost and gone sour
Losing by the hour
Too afraid to let my sorrow
Dying slow from too drinking

Quitting when I started
To the bottom of the bottle too far to go