Luyện nghe bài hát .38 Special

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

And the man calls my name
Good old Joe sure my game
Though he says it's the youth to
I say I feel the same

See I'll be number one
And too soon two is done
And it's three, four, five, six
And they're all empty

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

Still the flask
I always forget I
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special (x3)

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

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

Still half the
I always I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special (x5)

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

by myself
While else
Is passed out in the
Or going home in police
sing

Oh la da da oh la la la (x12)