Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Man

Woke up the steering wheel,
Wonder if gone too far...
Quick shiver, cross the light,
A from a cab in a strange tongue.
my wheels, better let them rest.
The keys ice in my shaking hands,
From the neon to the bar stool maze,
The nightlife, it is a strange one...

It's a son of a bitch, when I get itch,
And here it again...

call me Whiskey Man,
When the in my hand.
Hello, it's Man!
shot at my command.

Feel old but you say I don't it, yet.
Work so trying to hide the miles.
A path, I'm on the heels of glory.
All paths of only lead to the grave.
Sweet dancing on yours,
She's always one ahead.
Well I know that, I'm ridin' anyway,
A mind is a terrible to save...

It's a son of a bitch, I get that itch,
And here it again...

Please me Whiskey Man,
the bottle's in my hand.
Hello, Whiskey Man!
shot at my command.

It was a idea long ago, in a time of fine ideas,
When the August night would into forever.
So we the glass and hit the gas
the Summer filled the trees.
In the day, we two, we were through,
And not by degrees.

Like I'm trying to say, it all away,
And I go again...