Luyện nghe bài hát Deacon Blues

is the day
Of the man
That shape is my
where I used to stand
It like only yesterday
I gazed the glass
At
gamblers
That's all in the

You call me a
You say it's a scheme
This for real
I already the dream
So to ask me why
Throw a and say goodbye
I'll it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine

Learnt to the saxophone
I, I just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night
(Aah)
And die behind the
They got a name for the winners in the
I, I want a name I lose
They call Alabama, "The Tide"
(Aah)
Call me Deacon
(Deacon Blues)

My back to the
A victim of chance
is for me
The of true romance
Sharing the things we and love
those of my kind


That the mind

I crawl a viper
these suburban streets
Make love to these
Languid and
I'll rise the sun goes down
Cover every in town
A of my own
make it my home sweet home

Learnt to work the
I, I play just what I
Drink Scotch all night long
(Aah)
And die behind the
They got a name for the in the world
I, I want a name I lose
call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide"
(Aah)
Call me Deacon
(Deacon Blues)

is the night
Of the man
I one last drag
As I approach the
I when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too
This is free
I'll be what I to be

I learnt to the saxophone
I, I just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all long
(Aah)
And die the wheel
They got a name for the in the world
I, I want a name I lose
They call Alabama, "The Tide"
(Aah)
Call me Blues
(Deacon Blues)