Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Man

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

a son of a bitch, when I get that itch,
And here it again...

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

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

a son of a bitch, when I get that itch,
And it comes again...

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

It was a fine idea long ago, in a time of ideas,
the August night would 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...