Luyện nghe bài hát .38 Special

Well I'm drinking by
everybody else
Sings songs down in the
Brown paper bagging it dark
But it's a bag for me
Carrying my
A few of champagne
the high life for the rain

And the door man calls my
Good old Joe knows my game
Though he says the youth to blame
I say I feel the same

See I'll be nursing one
And too soon beer two is
And then three, four, five, six
And they're all empty

And still the flask
I always I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special

Still half the
I always I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special (x3)

Looking back through another glass
To the past when I was so
over the counter that was too tall
Stealing my sip of alcohol
This be my last slug of it all

There's still the flask
I always I have
in my office with my .38 special revolver

Still half the
I forget I have
Sitting in in my office my .38 special revolver (x5)

If the dead the places
bodies are found
Chamber me one round to see
If my will keep
If my will keep
Oh yes me
One round to see
If my will keep this gun company

Drinking by
While everybody
Is passed out in the
Or home in police cars
They

Oh la da da oh la la la (x12)