Luyện nghe bài hát .38 Special

Well I'm drinking by
everybody else
Sings down in the park
Brown paper bagging it after
But a plastic bag for me
Carrying my
A few cans of
Chose the life for the rain

And the door man my name
old Joe sure knows my game
Though he it's the youth to blame
I can't say I the same

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

And still half the
I forget I have
Sitting in in my office my .38 special revolver

Still half the
I forget I have
Sitting in in my office my .38 special revolver (x3)

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

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

half the flask
I always forget I
Sitting in in my office with my .38 revolver (x5)

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

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

Oh la da da oh la la la (x12)