Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Man

Woke up behind the wheel,
if I've gone too far...
Quick shiver, against the light,
A from a cab in a strange tongue.
Leave my wheels, better let 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...

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

Feel old but you say I look it, yet.
so hard trying to hide the miles.
A seekers path, I'm on the of glory.
All paths of glory only to the grave.
Sweet glory's on yours,
She's one step ahead.
I know that, I'm still ridin' anyway,
A is a terrible thing 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, it's Man!
Another at my command.

It was a fine idea ago, in a time of fine ideas,
When the 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...