Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey and Lace

Kasey another spray on tan
here to keep Cheyenne
It's nine o'clock and time to go
She's in a single wide
what she has to, to survive
And Tuesday are always kinda slow

But she hops into that old Am
up some Marshall Tucker Band
Puttin' on, singin' lonely "Can't You See"
Well she walks into that back stage
Changes out of what she
Pours herself a double shot of D

(CHORUS)
Ain't exactly where she to be
Next rent don't grow on trees
And she to put a smile upon her face
As the DJ her up to the stage
She goes by another
And hides behind the and lace

She around to "Purple Rain"
Every night's the same thing
She drifts off another place
She don't wanna see who's here
Thank God the spotlight blinds her
And it won't take long 'til the music to fade

Now she's picking up the bills
Leaves the runway in her
Starts countin' out the she gets to keep
She tells off, checks her
into her dressing chair
Pours herself another shot of D

Ain't exactly where she to be
Next month's rent don't on trees
And she tries to keep a smile her face
As the DJ her back to the stage
She goes by her other
And hides the whiskey and lace

Her shift's about to end and now almost 2am
And she's wishin' she was and with Cheyenne
This ain't exactly she wants to be
Next month's rent don't on trees
And she to keep a smile upon her face
As the DJ her up to the stage
She goes by her name
And hides behind the whiskey and

Ooh, ooh, ooh
and lace