Фоновый джаз, Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Piano, Jazz Music Collection, Jazz Music Collection Refrain (Сентиментальный Лаунж)

Lord, this empty apartment is colder than a winter chill
I said, this empty apartment is colder than a winter chill
Since my baby left me, I’m just staring at the windowsill.

I got a closet full of dresses, ain't got nowhere to go
I got a closet full of dresses, ain't got nowhere to go
When you lose your one and only, the time moves awful slow.

If the telephone rings, I pray to heaven it’s his voice
If that telephone rings, I pray to heaven it’s his voice
But it’s just the bill collector, making his daily noise.

So pour me one more bourbon, leave the bottle by the bed
Pour me one more bourbon, leave the bottle by the bed
I gotta drown these heavy memories running 'round my head.