Luyện nghe bài hát A Thing Goin On

We meet every single day at the old place
At the same old time, with the same state of
Me and her together but we know it ain't
We just happy for the time, the and the wine

The walks in the park, escapades in the
We knew how it had to be right from the start
'Cause I got and she's in the situation
That she came to state so this is our

Holding hands, a smile, a
A kiss and a dance but we can't take a on
Gettin' caught, so we to a plan
we both got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure
It ain't about dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know hurt
Me and Mrs.

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.

The very first time I met her, I saw her across the room
And instantly we both consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I headed in her
For some inspection

I intentionally brushed her hand, her had a satin texture
The feeling she gave me was more than I could
And right away I knew I had to have her me
If not with me, then just to hit me

She got pinpoint and precision in the walk
And the way that she talk make my turn to chalk
She give me that I don't get at home
And it seems like I'm a man hers is always gone

Now, me what love got to do with it?
Loc, as we feel good when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her
But me and Mrs. got a thing goin' on

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.

It's been about a since we've been seeing each other
We're a whole lot more just part time lovers
'Cause I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
But her life is not around how revolving

I'm the Zulu and she's my fantasy
But deep down inside we know we could never be
Any more what we are, a phone call in the car
Bite to eat, with a and a drink at the bar

all of a sudden right out of the blue
My lady got a on what we was up to
And wait a minute, damn, what I understand
It seems that my woman's been to her man

Since we both in love with the at home
It like, we just gone have to leave it alone
'Cause I got a and she's got a man
So that's how it and that's how it is

Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, oh

We used to meet at the same place, same
to sit and talk it over, talk it over

Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs.
Mrs. Jones, Mrs.