Luyện nghe bài hát Three Time Loser

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

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

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

Swearing our love was dying
the weeping willow crying
Through the night and fight
our love was gone

Freedom lost and love sour
minutes by the hour
Too to let my sorrow show
Dying slow from too drinking

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