Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Man

Woke up behind the wheel,
Wonder if I've too far...
Quick shiver, against the light,
A curse from a cab in a tongue.
my wheels, better let them rest.
The like ice in my shaking hands,
From the neon haze to the bar maze,
The nightlife, it is a strange one...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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