Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Man

Woke up behind the wheel,
Wonder if gone too far...
Quick shiver, against the light,
A curse a cab in a strange tongue.
Leave my wheels, better let rest.
The keys like ice in my hands,
the neon haze to the bar stool maze,
The nightlife, it is a strange one...

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

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

Feel old but you say I look it, yet.
Work so hard to hide the miles.
A seekers path, I'm on the of glory.
All paths of glory lead to the grave.
Sweet dancing on yours,
always one step ahead.
Well I that, I'm still ridin' anyway,
A is a terrible thing to save...

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

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

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

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